Story [Issue 1] Smoky XT Chronicles: "Discovery" *

[r_razvan10 0]

cool

but a bit too long

[ASSASSINCRUSADER 6]

:lol:

 

Perhaps you should eat, then post on the forums. :wink:

 

[CaptainMaxwell7 231]

nice story tommy

[Raphael2 3,263]

:thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

[Fjelstad1678 186]

Nice first try' date=' the amount of I's in the story was somewhat annoying. A suggestion would be to make it a bit shorter? Don't repeat so much stuff that just seem to take up space. Could have been shortened... but anyways, nice job![/quote']

 

How else was I supposed to refer to myself, then? (being the main character in first person)

 

:roll:

You could write it in third person and have an annoying amount of Tommys'.

[Tommy60 406]

Thanks for all the input, guys; I hope that you'll be enjoying the next edition of the story when the next issue comes around! :)

 

 

 

And I hope these stupid clues have warmed you up. Or maybe you should do the opposite, writes Kirby.

 

 

Edited October 18, 2014 by Pathfinder

[jordanrusson 3]

Tommy...you have outdone yourself. I never thought to see such a close friend go that many extra miles. Nevertheless, look what I have seen. You learn something new everyday. That is a story to rival my best works. So thereby I say:

Great Job!!! :lol: :XD:

 

With all due respect,

-jordanrusson

 

P.S. Check your PM.

[r_jason6190 0]

WHAT THE-

 

 

Amazing Story! I love your creativity and ingenuity. You've really outdone yourself this time, Tommy.

 

 

:mrgreen:

[Tommy60 406]

Thanks, guys. )

Clue 4: looking good today, where's the camera!

Keyword 4: nine, two

 

Edited December 15, 2014 by Pathfinder

[NewUnit1 22]

Great Story, do you have a deadline for the next story?

 

 

Oh one more thing "Cool Story Bro" :wink:

[Tommy60 406]

Thanks.

 

The next issue for the whole paper should be coming out around the 26th of this month.

[T.RexChaos 0]

Господи? Смоки XT делали на больничной койке? Кто же его родил?

[r_sclam0 3]

Ok 2 questions: First of all, how did you get those pictures??? They go right with the story... wow.

 

Second, I am going to write my first story soon as a reporter... but I believe that smoky XT is a great subject. I was wondering if you would appreciate/accept a partner on this. You may have guessed that I am implying me. If not, I understand, this is your story.

 

Thank you so much, great story so far,

 

Sclam

[Tommy60 406]

Question 1: The first picture is actually of myself in the Sandbox map. Les and myself went there one day and took a pic. He added some of his magic to it, and you see how it turned out! For the second picture, I told Les what I wanted, and he made it. :-)

 

Question 2: I have heard nothing about new reporters. For now, though, I would like to keep this story's creation to myself. Thank you for your offer, regardless!

[r_sclam0 3]

Do you think "Les" could help me with a few pictures?

 

I am doing a story about thunder. Discovery, sort of like yours ( :D ), Testing, Winning and Upgrading and Crystals Won from Battles.

 

Just an idea, I could use a few pictures.

[r_sclam0 3]

Although that is later... First, I am working on funny tanki moments. In the form of stories. And I could use help with that too. :P

[cube3e 1,973]

Smoky XT Chronicles: Discovery

 

 

 

The crackling of gunfire awakens me. I find myself in the middle of a raging battlefield, tanks roaming everywhere. I find one that shares the same, basic construction that I have. I follow him for a few meters, before he rounds a corner and disappears behind a bush. Curious of his whereabouts, I turn the same corner and am confronted with—a bullet! The small yet fast projectile penetrates my hull. Too stunned to move, I become a helpless target. The first death was a nauseating feeling. The sensation of one’s physical being cracked and exploded is not the most pleasant of feelings; nor is the immediate reincarnation of one’s self in a different region of the battlefield. I felt a fit of anger rise from within the core of my chassis.

 

“I want to crush the one who destroyed me!” is only my thought as I was pushed onto my side, then my back, and finally killed by a barrage of large shells. Then, for the first time, I hear something other than the roar of engines and the firing of bullets. It is a repetitive sound—it is laughter! They are laughing at me! Outraged, I ignore the sickening respawn and stalk over to the nearest group of bushes. I wait there until another tank appears, and I fired at it, charging full speed ahead. I am able to take a few good shots before I am sighted by two others, and am sickeningly torn to pieces before I can make the kill. “This time, I will stay under cover,” I resolve.

 

I begin to adjust to the respawn’s nauseating effect, and I do not notice it anymore. I take to another outcropping of foliage on the opposite side of the field, and stay there. Some prey appears on the elevated area in the center of the map. Fire one! The enemy keeps going in the same direction as it was previously. Fire two! He stops, and begins to look for his attacker. Fire three! He fires a blind shot in the direction of my cover. He misses. Fire four! A sensational feeling sweeps through me as I destroy my first tank. I yell out in joy, but find to my surprise, that I have no voice. –But why?! I try to remember any specific details about the others who had found their voices, and only one thing comes to mind. On the side of every tank that I have seen so far, there has been a small, colored bearing. Mine is two flattened ‘V’s’, blue and red, respectively. Above the two colored stripes lays a dull, grey "R." Theirs, I recall, were only one flattened ‘V’ that was yellow in color. The thought runs through me, and I conclude “I must destroy more enemies to find my voice!”, my only explanation for that statement seems to be instinct. I stay in the bushes, waiting for more opponents for me to unleash my wrath upon.

 

Within the next five or so minutes, I have gloriously destroyed many more enemies, and have achieved the rank of <>. I find that I am now able to speak. However, it comes at a cost. I can only use my voice when I am completely still. That being so, I do not speak very often. Why bother, if it does not help me in battle? I have killed many people who are too busy blabbering on about what they think.

 

Suddenly, I realize that a new tank has entered the field. This one is different from others. It has a larger, wider chassis, and a turret with a metallic pipe instead of a thin barrel, like mine. It has not moved since it spawned, so I decide to investigate it. As I near the newcomer, he begins to move. Startled, I stop. From his turret comes a tongue of scorching red-orange flame! I feel myself being melted, and after many incredibly painful moments, I die. Spawning again, I am cautious not to enter the enemy’s range of fire, since it appears to be limited to the length of his flame. Circling around the middle plateau, I see the big guy chasing one of my kind. Knowing that he is near death, I fire upon my twin, destroying him, and giving me the ecstatic feeling of the kill. I can hear the "flamer" roar in rage, and I see him rush towards me. I simultaneously fire and retreat. “Gee, this guy is slow,” I think to myself as he explodes a good couple of decameters from where I stand. Not a single flame reaches me.

 

After destroying the same guy ten times without being scathed, I take pity on him. I resolve to no longer shoot him, only to run away when he approaches. This game of "chase" continues for five minutes, until I hear a dull roar. I look up to the blue grey sky. I see a faint figure fly over the battlefield, dropping boxes on parachutes. Once they contact the ground, I can see that there are four varieties : A white box with a red cross in the center, another with a shield, another with an ominous-looking circle, and another with some yellow writing on each side, surrounded by a grey hued background. Suddenly, the flame-spitter engulfs a box of the latter variety, and begins to gain ground on me—fast! Desperate to find shelter, I turn around, swerve around the back of the sole house in the corner of the battlefield and see--- a door?! It is only slightly open; hardly noticeable from a greater distance, but nevertheless, it is still open. I nudge it a bit, and the light of the outdoors reveals a table half engulfed in shadow. Without hesitation, I roll into the small room, close the door, and wait.

 

I can hear the dumbfounded moans of my enemy through the thin, wooden door. His proximity to my own, fragile frame was rather unnerving. By the time [i assume] he has driven away in search of less intelligible prey, I have grown adjusted to the dark room that I have found myself in. It is obvious that I am within a single-roomed shelter, and I could make out the shape of a table directly in front of me. There is an object on the table, with a more-than-familiar design about it. As I near the object of my curiosity, it occurs to me that, it is--of all things—a turret! It bears a striking resemblance to my current one, with a few, obvious modifications to its chromed frame. “What good would a lot of fancy decorations do,” I asked myself, “in the middle of a war zone?” Eyes adjusting further, I realize that these ramifications are not merely superficial; they seem to integrate a look of unreal power and terror into the overall design of a gun as simply built as my own. It is beautiful. With a sudden urge of necessity rocking my mind, I quickly store my newfound treasure away into the main storage unit of my body. I open the door, cautiously look about for any unwanted observers, shut the door, and leave the battlefield in my normal manner of silence.

 

 

In the privacy of my garage, I further investigate the turret. I find a title sketched in the bottom of its frame: <<Smoky XT>>. I roll back in awe. I know now that my own weapon is known as <>, and, at higher modification levels, it can be a highly destructive force in battle. Never before have I heard of an “XT,” level! I take a deep, long, evaluating look at the menacing looking thing… and dawn it.

 

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Next issue: Domination

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Comments, please!

 

im doing this as the 2nd issue has been glitched so u cant see it :( so if the same happens to this u could see it here :)

Edited December 11, 2012 by cube3e

[r_peter4440 0]

 

its also a dubstep song by my favorite artist but why does it matter?

 

anyways i said "wat" for the sake of humour as if u were calling upon my clan. i know it wasnt about my clan.

 

just haha and yea

 

im hungry i dont grammar when hungry

cool :D

[Abdulrahman4 120]

That gun was awsome , but we are now in 2014 so it is removed :(

[Abdulrahman4 120]

Mods Please don't close this topic

[MasterNoob1 104]

Look at this, this topic hasn't been replied from in a year until now ^^

[hhgb 2,655]

Smoky XT doesn't exist anymore, lock this topic please!

[stanzhang 3,291]

waw smoky xt

[Pathfinder 1,690]

interesting!

[blackopspaul 753]

Brings back my memory's of smoky XT , I think it was too OP, Good for the user.