Whoa, really? Well this is totally my personal opinion, but Tankoins aren't worth buying for real money. Almost nothing in the game is actually worth buying for real money. I feel it's insanely overpriced. Honestly, I suggest that you save up enough tankoins for coinboxes, and try you luck at getting a decent amount of tankoins from them. I do that nowadays, as I'm a complete non-buyer. It's the best use of tankoins. It takes a lot of time the non-buyer way, but well, according to Lolkiller's guide as well, we should be patient and not overwork ourselves... That's great advice!

Yep 2?

You seem to have answered my question... xD Where is the eleventh planet of the Solar System?

Never drive over your enemy unless you are sure he'll die. (You can never be sure) Why do you bother to read my question, if you are going to avoid answering it anyway?

Wow, happy birthday kaisdf! I hope you aren't deaf to birthday wishes...

OMG Lolkiller has retired? If not, then why is he shown as retired in the Amateur Writing Archive, where all works of Amateur Writers and Reporters are displayed? Check here...

I may be dumb, but I understood everything but the last line. It's an epic sentence, but I didn't understand how it's supposed to end the story. Is the narrator dreaming? Or has he actually died? Whatever it is, I think you mean that the narrator has died. It would be interesting if the rescued person also died... ? I really liked this story! Well written, as always!

Oh, I loved the humor! Nice article, albeit outdated, coz now we have Mk's... :c Never mind though, I still liked it!

Honestly, I can't be sure, Krish... You do seem to be right, but don't you think it'll be better if a helpers confirms your point or gives a different explanation? I feel you are right. But in case you aren't, then we'll anyway have to wait for a helper ?

Nice poem! Luckily it hasn't been archived, as I usually don't check the archive unless there's a part of a series in there... As kais said, I liked the dark-ish humor in the poem, and the wonderful message you delivered via this poem. I see that there was a time when the great Kaisdf used to approve articles...

A nice comical article, made me chuckle quite a bit! Wow Sacrifice, it looks as if you became a Reporter just yesterday, as I can still see your first few articles in the AWS... ? I didn't know Random became Reporter before you... And don't worry, I'm not Jack... Surely you mean Person_Random_Bot? Oh, and I agree it could have been a bit longer, but no point now: Sacrifice is a Reporter, and Lose has written a fantabulistic guide on Parkour stereotypes...

What is the point of the Hopper giveaway on Instagram, if one has already bought the hull? Those who know about the hull's release will obviously have bought it by now. The information given in the Instagram announcement is also not clear. Will the winners get a fullly upgraded Hopper for their rank?

Wow, nice story Sacrifice! I see that this was before you bacame a Reporter... I don't see the sequel to this story anywhere though...

I wonder who'll do "Origins: Pythor"... Oh, and it just occurred to me, how will you do "Origins: LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH" ? XD That is, if you plan to write it at all. It'll be super interesting...

TWBH cuz it lacks competition.

Lol this was during the latest missions update...

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I thought "thinked" was the past tense of "think". Do you already know this joke?

I was actually going through the last few articles in the AWS (page 7 I believe), and I saw your nick! So I just read your piece and liked it! ?

I've a feeling that many players have opted against participating in the Game. The previous edition of The Game was well received, and Shibe used to post detailed answers after they were made public on the Russian communication sites. I don't see that enthusiasm this time, somehow... ?

Wow Dupuy, I didn't see this before! What a wonderfully written story!

Great story!! As Random said, this story was quite relatable and spontaneous, almost R.K. Narayan style, and I enjoyed reading it. It could have been longer, but this length felt perfect for the story. : D

This piece is timeless. I still smile and chuckle whenever I read this "guide"...

I was playing on Flash for a while today. Tried some parkour... (don't mind my supplies... I hid 'em just for fun ? ) @classic-style-hiphop I think I really can win Space Runner now... Rico Mk5 is awesome! And I met my former clan's leader too @ddino... : )

Another Row Forgotten Sam sat on the sidewalk underneath a flickering streetlamp. A few benches on his left lay uncared for. On his right, there was a pile of bricks, probably left there by workers. He kept staring at the pile for quite some time. He noticed an ant meticulously trying to climb up the pile of bricks. It kept falling down. But it still persisted and began the climb once again. Hah, thought Sam, how annoying it gets when elders tell us about those ants that never give up. Humans are supposed to have the best qualities of every other creature, eh? I don't think so. I'm not an ant for God's sake! The persistent ant disturbed Sam. He felt angry, that the perseverance of ants gave the 'perfect' and 'knowledgeable' adults some unwanted inspiration, which was used against him so often. Ants shouldn't exist, he thought bitterly. He got up in frustration and started walking along the sidewalk, away from the pile of bricks and the ant. The streetlamp above him went off with a final flicker. The sun had just begun to rise. It looked like an eager little boy, peering over a fence to see what wonders the other side had in store. Sam stopped for a moment to witness the Sun's breathtaking ascent over the horizon. At that moment, he almost forgot all his worries. The ant was momentarily forgotten. Then with a start, he realized that he had school after half-an-hour and that he must hurry and reach home in time for breakfast. He began jogging. Along the way, he deliberately kept stepping on the tiny ants traversing the sidewalk. It gave him some sort of savage pleasure, to see the venerated ants either scarper or get crushed beneath his feet. It eased his frustration a bit. With his frustration momentarily at bay, he now jogged somewhat peacefully. The lush green trees that lined the edge of the sidewalk soothed his eyes and relaxed his wrinkled facial muscles. He forgot stepping on ants and began devouring the blissful sight of soft, golden, early-morning sunshine falling gracefully upon the bright green trees. How fickle the human mind can be, he thought. Just a short while ago, he was deriving pleasure by crushing ants, and now he was awed by the beauty of Nature. Why, he even forgot why he was angry and frustrated in the first place! Ah, he thought, is that why Mum asked me to go out for a walk? So that I'll forget why I was angry at her? "I hate you, Mum," he said quietly, as a smile threatened to burst out on his quivering lips. * * * Presently he reached his house and rang the doorbell. He was panting and sweating profusely. He bent down, exhausted, and put his hands on his knees. His mother answered the door. "Hullo, sweetie! Enjoyed the stroll? Oh, you seem to have run. Come on in," she said to her son, ruffling his hair as she let him inside. "I've got your favorite breakfast ready - muesli and milk with some strawberries and plenty of sugar." Sam couldn't help smiling now. He quickly went over to the dining table and began scooping up mouthfuls of cereal. His mother was about to tell him to wash off all the sweat first, but stopped. She looked at her son for a moment. Out of nowhere, she was overwhelmed by affection for him. He isn't such a bad boy, she thought. That smile of his when she mentioned muesli with strawberries and milk - oh how delightful and heartwarming it was! And now, look at him - happily munching away! No, no. She could not bring herself to ask him to wash up. It might make him scowl. She did not wish to see that expression on his handsome young face. Sam stole a glance at his mother. Why was she looking at him like that? Oh, she thinks he'll forget their fight? But wait... did he remember what the fight was about? No, a voice inside his head answered truthfully. As he munched on a juicy strawberry, he tried to remember exactly why he was angry at his mother. When his memory failed him after five minutes of furious thinking, he gave up and attacked the last spoonful of cereal in frustration. Why do we forget our rows with our loved ones so annoyingly fast? He scolded himself for forgetting why he had fallen out with his mother. The school bus was due any time now. He got up, gathered his backpack and cap, and trudged to the door. "Bye, honey! Behave yourself and enjoy your time at school!" said his mother, ruffling his hair again. "I always behave myself; what are you talking about?" said Sam grumpily, and deftly avoided a kiss from his mother. "I'm thirteen, Mum!" "Okay, okay, young man. Have a great day!" she said, waving her hand and chuckling at her son's indignation. And Sam boarded the school bus that had stopped right outside their gate with a light heart. The feeble sense of determination that had risen inside him a few moments ago vanished as he saw his friends beckoning him to their seats. He did not need to know why he was angry at his mother. At least not for now. P.S. The story has ended. Before any Reporter "welcomes" me to the AWS, I'd just like to clarify that I am the owner of the Tanki accounts: SHREYA88 and Venerable. I have already written two stories in the AWS from SHREYA88. So please keep this in mind while you review my story. Thanks!