Ok. Thanks.

I see.

Well, I'm playing World of Tanks Blitz right now. Much easier to play, because one, you have actually have impactful speed values, two, you have armour, 3, you have shell types, 4, you can easily get premium and collector tanks (tanks that are not available to everyone) thruogh events, which are based on a number of victories, masteries (Where you earn more experince - xp - than a certain percentage of the player base in a certain tank) - these events are up like every month, and sometimes it's like, 50 victories, get a collector tank, other times it's based on masteries -, and then, you have good graphics, more maps, concealment mechanics, and, before I get carried away, I'll say it's a all round good game that is mostly free to play

What on earth do you mean?

Tell all! Also, the helpers seem all to have gotten some new roles. Is this to replace the newspaper roles?

What! Why?

Thanks! I'll change it!

Venerable, can you explain why you are no longer a newspaper reporter?

4 parts in one day..... Have I been spamming?

Welcome to the 7th part of The End of The World series! This part is where this series ends and where another one begins as a continuation. In this part, we see what happened to the Davisons. Now, let us get into it! What happened to the Davisons, as recounted by Lady Davison: "We went to bed that night, thinking all was normal. It wasn't. At some point during the night, we were both awakened by, of all things, a Lion! He was quite hazy at first, but we could see him clearer soon enough. We first awakened as a result of being gently touched by this Lion's paw. It was an unreal otherworldly feeling, as the paw felt as if it was of the finest Savile Row velvet. It was soft, warm, and comforting, and felt as if it was something else; truly otherworldly. We were not scared; the Lion's touch and manner soothed us much." "We did get quite a shock when he spoke to us, all of a sudden, but our noise did not wake the servants. It was as if we were in another room than our own, since the servants were not disturbed at any point during our encounter. Whenever he spoke - for he spoke much during our encounter - his voice was most comforting, rich, soothing, and as velvety in all ways as his paws. My husband, being a male, asked him how he got in, to which the Lion replied, again in that most gorgeous of voices, "By magic.", to which the response was, from my husband, "That must be it. How else would all this be occurring?". "Indeed", said the Lion. Not only was his voice unlike any other on Earth in richness, smoothness, and whatnot, but he spoke most aristocratically, at the level of a king, if not higher." "We talked for a little while, and learnt that the Lion's name was - and is; he is still alive at the time of writing - Aslan, that he came from a land of wealth, magic, love, and prosperity called Narnia, and that we were been taken there now. Upon learning the lattermost fact, I responded, "But, Aslan, we are not moving. How can it be that we are travelling to Narnia at this moment if we are not moving?", which gained the response, "We are moving, this room is our transport, but one cannot know that we are moving, for it is not noticeable. I know that we are moving, for I am causing us to move. But, how can you know that we are moving, if you are not in the know? Of course, there is no way you can know, except by me telling you, which I am."" And we shall stop there. It will be continued next time, in my follow-up series, 'Welcome to Narnia!'. Until then, good day, dear friends!

And yes, the 7th part will be posted in minutes!

Welcome to the 6th part of the End of The World series. This part is where the title of this series begins to come into being. Sort of. You'll see. By the way, you may notice that there is no longer the customary mysterious bit - enclosed in quotation marks - just under the introduction, is not here. That is because it will continue in the next part. We continue from where we left off last time. Anyway, the introduction is long complete, so, begin! It is 7 o'clock in the morning, and a new day for Davison Hall. The Davisons are due to wake presently. They don't. The servants, being good servants, gave their masters some little grace, and think nothing of this slight abnormality, thinking their masters must be tired. After half an hour, the servants start to think about this occurrence, for their masters have not awakened yet, and their masters rarely oversleep. By the time it was 8 o'clock, the Head Butler, an English speaking German called by his surname, Von Hoffman, decided to take things into his own hands. He did this since he knew that, by now, at 8 o'clock, there was a fair chance that something had happened to the Davisons, since they almost never slept in this late. He made his way to the Davisons' room, and knocked on the door. He waited for a few minutes and then proceeded to open the door. It was certainly good fortune that Von Hoffman was the one that opened the door, and that there were no other servants within earshot. Why? Because any other servant might have caused a scandal. For the Davisons were absent from the room. "Mein Gott!"* said Von Hoffman, under his breath, using his native tongue, for that is what one does when something shocks them so much that they forget about what language they are using. This is what Von Hoffman would later recount as having seen at that moment: " The bed was neatly made, nothing at all was disturbed, why, I did not react until my eyes finally saw the flatness of the bed. The windows weren't open, even on close inspection by myself, nothing had been taken from the safe, all her Ladyship's jewellery was still in attendance, and closer inspection of every inch of the room revealed no disturbance whatsoever, except the disturbance which was the absence of his Lordship and her Ladyship." Von Hoffman proceeded to make a thorough inspection of the room, and found no signs of disturbance except that which was obvious - the absence of the Davisons. The inspection took all of half an hour - probably more - and, as has been already indicated, yielded nothing at all beyond what was already known. Yes, things are starting to get interesting. In the next part, things will get as interesting as an action comic. The next part will be coming soon. Until then, goodbye, dear friends! *German for, "My God!"

What is all this post moving, @At_Shin?

Sorry about the length of this one, but it had to be this way.

Welcome to the 5th part of the End of The World series. This one is short, but quite interesting. We continue from where we left off last time in the 4th part of the series, with the words "I say 'was' because...." Excerpt from a diary, author unknown. "I say 'was' because we are no.... Again! The thing has happened again! The text has stopped! It was there when I wrote it, all those years ago! I am guilty of procrastination! I must talk with As.... Again! It happens again! I shall go at once!" The events surrounding the gathering of the 43 beings in the last part, continued: "... As the leader of gathering continued in his muttering and murmuring, things were indeed happening. A scroll slowly appeared, seeming to assemble itself tiny bit by tiny bit from the mere air surrounding it - it was floating about a foot off the ground all the while. Once it had fully formed, it continued to float in the air, and started opening by itself, with no help from any of the beings on the ground below, except the leader of the beings (whose identity I cannot reveal, otherwise it will get rubbed out by that annoying magic), who was in some way truly magical - such was obvious by this point - to reveal to script known to none but the leader, or reasons that will be eventually revealed, who was still muttering and murmuring at this point. The scroll closed presently, and disassembled itself into what it assembled itself from, which was, to all appearances, mere air. All eyes were on the scroll, and interest waned quickly to none as the scroll faded into the air. After this most curious ceremony, or whatever it was, the leader spoke. "Come", said he." Back to Davison Hall. It is the same day, but a different time, and the gift-giving to the servants is long over. Dinner has been and gone, and supper has just left the room, what's left of it, at least. The Davisons are in the process of retiring for the night. With good nights said, they finally go to bed, at 9 o'clock. Tonight is special, however, and the Davisons know that not. For tonight will be the Davisons last. Well, not quite... You see, the Davisons will have some lives about them, as will prove to be true soon. The reader's first thoughts are almost certainly coming death for the Davisons. But, sorry to disappoint, but that is not exactly what is going to happen, as will soon be shown. In fact, something much more interesting than death will happen to the Davisons. It might be much better described as... "life". And we shall end there. Part 6 will be posted in a matter of minutes.