Don't worry, kool--we all love you. -Amimi

Why should we be asking you questions?

The answer is no.

Must not watch.

All staff members get payment in the form of crystals, in return of their services to the community.

Buy a Month's No-Supplies battle pass; your chances of getting a crystal bonus will increase, since you are no longer able to get the already stated selection. :mrgreen:

Banned for banning.

I only posted it in one other place....you must really like it. :mrgreen:

I have never seen a single picture containing all of the special paints, so here y'all go. :mrgreen: Enjoy!

Nope. All ranks can get those paints.

Here are the most-pro paints. :thumbup:

Cab-l-ass

At last! A reader who is not afraid to speak his (or her) mind! :-D

Please do not advertise things like that here. You can send the winners of the contests PM's about working for your clan, if you want. (You don't have to choose the winners, though.)

Nowhere in the rules does it say that a contestant is unable to change their picture before the deadline. Every picture will be judged on the 24th of June; no earlier, no later.

You cannot- it has been disabled for well over a year.

I have noticed that shadows are disabled if a tank is more than a few meters off the ground. I'd like to see my tank's shadow progressively grow larger and darker as it nears the ground after a jump from a bridge or ledge. :)

To keep my computer in one piece, I must say no.

Smoky XT Chroncicles:The Journey The guy I can most closely relate to a god stands before me, in an epic, determined stare up toward the skyboxmosphere, where just recently, a tank, in tow behind a mysterious vehicle, disappeared into a black, mysterious portal. “We are getting up there.” Defiantly states my hero, Milan, as he makes his way around a decrepit, half-demolished building. Silence ensues. “What the heck are you thinking?! We can’t fly like that—thing! We can’t even jump, for crying out loud!” I explode, realizing that the legend must be losing more than just the shine on his paint. “You will see, boy,” he calmly stares, disregarding my implied accusation of insanity. “There are some things that you still have to learn.” We approach the outer boundary of the battlefield—a sloped, rugged, and steep wall. “Get on.” he commands. “Wha-? Let me guess—you acquired an ejection seat or a teleportation device on one of your many conquests?” He obviously ejected his core processing unit ages ago. He stops in his treaded tracks.. “In retrospect, perhaps I should have brought one of those along... They are pretty consistent, you know.” He pauses again, and resumes his face of determination. “It’s too late to think about the past—now on with the future! You see that ledge over there? Drive up that ramp, then go off it, and onto me.” Seeing no other possible choice (or hope of changing his mind), I do what I am told without another word being emitted from my speakers. As I reach the peak of the miniature promontory, I spot my elder beneath me, and drive off. I land on top of his turret with a light but definite thud. Before I can ask what we are doing, I find myself being rushed into the nearest wall. Too astonished to yell, I do not resist action being committed against my wishes. Milan hits the wall, and begins to slope upwards, paralleling himself with the wall. He shouts a single word, but it is enough. “Drive!” This literally sparks something inside of me, that something being my sparkplugs. I struggle upwards, and find my undercarriage being ripped to shreds by a bullet! Milan shot me! The rebound from his shot sends me flying through the air, results in a three-hundred-sixty degree flip, with me landing perfectly on a--the... where am I? I look around. Same map, but my view seems to be a bit elevated. I back up to find a better view of my surroundings, only to quickly dip backwards, due to the lack of flooring underneath my treads. I quickly regain my stability, and look back, to see where I would have fallen to. If possible, my camera lenses would have swelled. There before me, stood another dimension, another world. Trees were everywhere, and in the distance, I could see that at the forest’s outer boundary was an immense wall of mountains and cliffs. Never had I imagined that this was what laid behind the boundaries! A hear many cracks of Milan’s weapon firing, apparently at an object in close proximity. I turn around just in time to see him finishing up a climb of his own, made possible by his continuous process of driving up the slope while shooting at the ground immediately underneath him. It worked rather well, not minding the scratches and dents dealt to the portion of him that was closest to the shells’ explosions. I can see him activate an internal medkit, and the results began to show. The dents are quickly refilled, the scratches heal, and his energy is instantly replenished. I decide to follow suit, and quickly realize how beat-up looking I was beforehand. Changing subject to the matter at hand, I inquire on our next destination. “We’re going up there?” I gesture my turret in the direction of the largest mountain in sight. It is truly an ominous sight, with its steep cliffs, dark trees, and jagged cliffs and ledges. To make it all better, I see that it seems to be emanating darkness itself, impossible as it sounds. “Any better ideas, buddy?” A joking sound inhabits his voice. Reluctantly, I follow the legend into the dense woods, weapon and supplies at the ready. The forest is a dark place, with the only source of light being the occasional (and very small) cracks in the upper canopy, and my companion and I’s headlights. We have yet to encounter any form of being, hostile or not. From time to time though, I honestly believe that I see shadows moving about the shadows themselves. I decide to not mention this to my older accomplice, to avoid any further elaborately insane escapades that he may force me into. Days pass, and we find no signs of life other than the trees. Our internal compasses still functioning to the best of their abilities, Milan and I are fairly certain that we are progressing in the proper direction. However, we have not gotten a glimpse of the Dark Mountain, as we call it, through the foliage in quite some time. Later that night, we set down camp, to give our engines a break, and run some maintenance on our computers. Milan and I discuss who should go through their processes first, since it leaves one completely vulnerable to attack. We conclude that I should go first. I do so, and fade into the innumerable amounts of data that I find myself processing, checking for and discrepancies or degradation. I regain consciousness after what appears to be only a few moments. I check my chronometer, and find that I was out for 45 minutes. “Be happy that your memory banks are not as full as mine,” jokes Milan. “I guarantee that my self-diagnostic will take at least twice as long as yours.” His camera covers close, and I hear the loathsome sound of his computers working without stop. I look around, weary of any unwanted visitors that may now make their presences known. A hear a rustle overhead. Some branches crack. I quickly glance upward, to see the advancing sillouhette of… ________________________________________________________________________ Next issue:Due Stories ________________________________________________________________________

Marshal.... :roll:

Sorry, but I don't think that Tanki is looking for that many more people to be on its payroll. The Russian paper, when on the forums, came out every month, just like ours.

I don't see Cross rail wasp battles everyday? Because you don't look? :? I see them every day.

Come on, guys! Show me some more creativity--not just the logo of another game, with some Tanki add-ons!