Thanks BlazingCoder :) I'm happy too.

Elvis Presley... one of the only human musical artists worth listening to. The man was- and still is- the best of the best.

Had a humorous time in Highland today with my new M2 Firebird. When I entered this 15-minute battle, the leader had 21 destroyed. You can see how that turned out.

He saw my title, ForumNewspaperModeratorsEN, which means I moderate the Newspaper. It's one of a Reporter's duties, in addition to doing Lhamster's laundry.

And then a great big ring-tailed lemur swooped down from Jupiter wearing a raincoat and put the guy in a bubble made of Styrofoam, which he lowered gently into a grassy plain just outside of a small rural town in Kansas. The man was picked up by local police and helped to the hospital, where the doctors declared him perfectly unharmed. He was then escorted home, where he will live happily with his family for the rest of his life. He "no ded".

He grazed his thigh on the tooth but didn't break the skin, and the eel was only poisonous if you're an oak tree. He "no ded".

We could've relaxed in the warm coziness of my cave, but NOOO, "We should stay out here and sit in the blinding wind-swept dust and harmful solar radiation!" And I had a row of computer modules in there, too; not that you would've been able to figure out how to use pony tech. Someone please tell me what a "Mars" is? I know it's a paint, but still....

I cannot tell you how hard it was to make this emblem of my cutie mark in Windows Paint. It lacks the shimmer and glory of my real cutie mark, but it's the best I could do.

I know, and that fact makes me cry.

One gigantic thank-you to Lhamster for helping with it.

The correct spelling would be "broke", and the shark was dead, or "ded" if you prefer, so he just climbed out of its mouth. He "no ded".

This was the most awkward interaction I've ever had. Hogree simply refused to believe that I'm a pony, no matter what I did. I even showed him a bunch of selfies! Poor guy. I've never pretended to be a human before, so I jumped to Facebook and studied hard before answering his questions. A great big thank-you to the Chris guy from Savannah whose profile I borrowed from (what is "GA", by the way?).

So he was so incredibly "no ded" that he ded.

TNT, the man with the plan, is on the Reporter staff, and I feel I might let a tear of joy slip... congrats and a big welcoming hug, man.

But he was running in high heels and tripped, falling into a bed of marshmallows and taking a nice nap. He "no ded".

As 1stsuper said, there is already a topic for this. Before making your next topic, use the search bar to check for congruent topics. I do it before I ever make a topic, but if I'm still unsure after my search, I send a PM to an experienced staff member. They've been on here long enough to know if a similar topic has already been made. Takes a bit of time, but it'll keep your fresh new topic from getting locked.

I don't like cheese, especially not cheese made of metal, but I would get a giant magnet and wrench the cheese right out of your fuzzy little penguin arms! Can we play this game with cake instead?

I would laugh maniacally and tell him to brush his teeth. What would you do if you met ME?

Because you misspelled the name of the turret. Why can't I stop being so adorable? Why, why, why?

But the math teacher was lecturing him on how to make chocolate muffins as a way of taking his mind off of the failure. The person LOVES chocolate muffins and couldn't have possibly been bored! He... um... "no ded." :mellow: Say T, shouldn't it be "isn't dead"... nevermind, nevermind.

Tanki may be the first place I’ve offered my writings for human consumption, but my love affair with the pen and paper started long before now, back when I was still a pupa. My vivid imagination needed an outlet, so I started writing little miniature stories, which I tucked away so Chrysalis wouldn’t find them. I titled them my “Warphare” series, unaware that I had spelled the name wrong. The Warphare stories have been edited to remove the downright comical spelling errors I made; the characters have been changed to humans, too. And so I present, for your amusement, the contents of my then-undeveloped mind. * * * * * * * * The man was happy, because he had friends, and his friends liked him. His nurse liked him too, because he was her nicest patient. He had never bitten her, and he didn’t try to hit her when she gave him his injection. She even gave him his very own room to live in with his friends. His friend wolf lived by his door, the horse lived under his bed, and the wise elf sat on the foot of his bed. And, just as the man had an injector, each of his friends carried their own injector. They had the most fascinating conversations, the man and his friends. They all talked about how real they all were, even if the visitors couldn’t see them. Even the nurse had agreed that they were real, though she never spoke to them, nor did she answer when they called to her. And so the man was happy, because he had friends, and his friends liked him. One day, the man looked on the floor and found the nurse lying there, stabbed to death with an injector. “Why, some very bad person has killed the nurse!” said the man, picking up the injector. “How horrible!” neighed the horse beneath the bed. “That’s awful!” barked the wolf by the door. “Who could’ve done such a thing?” squeaked the elf on the foot of the bed. The man clenched the injector. “She was killed with an injector, so one of you must’ve done it!” He looked very sternly at each of them. “Now, which of you has done this? Come now! Confess your guilt!” The wise old elf removed his hat and looked very kindly at the man. “My friend,” said the elf, “You know I care very much about you-.” “I do know” smiled the man. “And so, because I care about you, I must tell you the truth-.” “Yes?” The man was growing impatient. “We all act with one mind, your mind, and we, your friends, are extensions of yourself. We think what you think, and we do what you do.” The man studied the elf, who fidgeted nervously. “What are you saying?” The elf spread his hands pleadingly. “I beg for your understanding, dear friend. You must know that you stabbed the nurse with your injector.” The man continued to study the elf in silence. “You have betrayed me,” said the man finally, “and are not truly my friend. I cannot live with you anymore.” The elf vanished, and in its place appeared a smiling dandelion. “I am your friend” said the dandelion. And the man was happy, because he had friends, and his friends liked him.

Zero! :lol: My poor stomach! :lol:

Caught a Gold yesterday at Kungur. It dropped on the overpass, and everytanki else saw it before I did. There was a tower of tanks scrambling for it by the time I got there, but I still managed to get on top and grab it.

It's been a while since I wrote this topic, and I still haven't found an easier Gold to get than the corner box. When the siren sounds at Brest, that's the first place I look.

Had a hilarious time in Kungur earlier. Completed all three of my missions in 15 minutes.