Story [Issue 3] War of the Servers - Part 1

[chriswu 25]

There once was a time, when all tanks were small, and easy to bully.
But now they’ve grown up and are eager to fight!
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Indeed after many hours spent in tankionline, players do seem to become part of their tanks, as they execute elaborate maneuvers seemingly without thought.
Thunderous explosions, pounding balls of plasma; it's just another mundane game in my favorite map, Silence. Succored by an isida, a small squad of ricochets heads back from enemy territory bearing the opposing team’s flag. A sound from my computer’s speakers
alerts me that the enemy’s flag has been captured. The battlefund is at a commendable 812, and the game is minutes from ending. The desperate enemy activates supplies as they attempt to make up for the five flags we are above them. A helpless hornet in Forester wanders into the crosshairs of my shaft’s scope. “PPSSSHHH” The familiar sound from my discharging shaft emanates in tandem with a dark red explosion at the end of my scope. As it fades, a charred hornet chassis becomes visible.

Excitement permeates the blue upper-shelf team as the timer hits five minutes. It was a long and hard fought battle, and everyone is satisfied and happy with his/her soon-to-be reward. Just as the red team seems to accept its defeat however, a lone hornet appears at our base and takes our flag. Unaware of how the encroacher arrived at our heavily defended base without detection, my team and I set our scopes, barrels, and freezers on our target. We don’t even get a shot. The hornet disappears, and a few moments later, the same alerting resonance which so recently heralded my team’s triumph sounds again, only this time it is the enemy who has captured our flag. Within moments, the hornet is back at our base and captures another, then another, and another flag, continuing to do so until the red team has captured many more flags than my team.

Enraged, irritated and extremely annoyed, I watch my team members spam the chat in Russian, Arabic, English and some other languages in utter frustration. Undoubtedly an admin, somewhere, will get plenty of reports and screens of the latest battlefield scourge, a speed hacker.

Though I’m sure many players have reported many hackers with such havoc wreaking abilities, no effective solution completely eliminated these cheaters until April 7, when a new anticheat algorithm was put into use. The anticheat resulted in the blocking of over 10,000 accounts, leveling the playing fields for all. While players in Tanki’s 25 servers happily reaped the benefits of this algorithm, the owners of the blocked accounts were undoubtedly outraged at their loss of mastery in the battlefield. Following is a fictional story told from a tank’s perspective, based on the blocked accounts’ attempts to return upon the battlefield to cause the same havoc they once enjoyed.

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A synthetic buzz fills the air as I heal a teammate with my isida. Once finished, an encouraging glint of gold in my status bar indicates I have received points for my service. My attention shifts to an enemy tank with supplies fully activated, soaring through the air and seizing my battalion’s flag. Equipped with a hornet chassis, I am one of the few nearby able to pursue the infringer across the ramp directly adjacent to our base. Because of this, Monte Carlo is a very troublesome layout to fight in. Nonetheless, I activate a Nitro, spur my engines, and rocket after the enemy. As I soar through the air, a blast of energy screams through the void and slams into my hull, causing me to spiral uncontrollably off the map and into the darkness below. Shafts. How silly of me to think that the flag bearer wasn’t being covered!

As I descend, the denser air of lower altitude begins to crush my hull. The pressure readings on my meter rise from 10.4 psi to 20, then 30... I brace myself for the wrenching sensation of exploding and the dizzying respawn, but an odd thing happens. I continue falling without bursting into shrapnel. Twirling this way and that, I plummet past the normal altitude in which even the sturdiest of tanks cannot maintain integrity. I am full of disbelief - a hornet would surely be destroyed under such inward pressure. As I continue spiraling and turning, I catch a glimpse of the underside of Monte Carlo, as well as a fellow teammate also spiraling into the depths - only he explodes at a relatively high altitude. My mind races through all the possibilities as to the cause of my prolonged freefall. Perhaps the cryptic device I received from my recently decommissioned friend has something to do with this....
I continue my descent.

Often times I had ignored the scenery and surroundings of the map I was battling in, often taking for granted or ignoring the existence of another world down below. Now as I approached the ground, far below Monte Carlo, I became acutely aware of how fast I was traveling. I would surely be crushed by the force of impact! Since my hornet chassis has a relatively low surface area to provide air resistance, my terminal velocity in freefall would yield a deadly force upon impact.
The bottom approached, and I braced myself once more for the crunching feeling of being destroyed. However to my great surprise, I didn’t stop at the bottom. Instead, I passed right through it, as if it had no mass at all and were merely a holographic projection. Even though I was enormously surprised at passing through the ground, I wasn’t prepared for what came next.

The moment I passed through the barrier, I was immediately hit by a blast of warm air, and whole new world was revealed to me. I had just emerged from a monochromatic sphere of titanic proportions, and continued to hurtle down towards a mountainous landscape sparsely covered in forest. My spiraling gaze fell upon a mysterious tower in the distance, from which a beam of violet energy shot upward, branching out like a tree, connecting huge spheres identical to the one from which I had just come. For a split second this revelation was before me. The next, I was caught in a leafy bough, bounced twice, then landed at the bottom. My cameras fazed out into a blinding storm of static.

Edited July 31, 2017 by Hexed

[r_ripjaw_p0 0]

that has really happened to me its a glitch

[chriswu 25]

Yes I know it's called lag.

[Tommy60 406]

There are no lags in life.

 

 

 

:roll:

[yghj1234 1]

i cant go in the test server

[chriswu 25]

Yes I know that.

[SilentShadow 104]

I have fallen out of the skybox a few times during lagging sessions but there certainly wasn't a giant glowing tower or titanic spheres down there! :mrgreen:

An interesting read, to say the least!

[Meliora 1,652]

Tanks online

Aaah! Go home!

This is most definitely NOT the Russian forum.

*sigh*. Cheaply translated things...

[chriswu 25]

true dat :P

[1z2y3x4w5v6u7 1]

very

[r_razvan10 0]

nice one :mrgreen:

[1z2y3x4w5v6u7 1]

yep.

[melvinwyk 0]

that has really happened to me its a glitch

It also happened to me.

[jazz20 1,181]

Nice :)

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

Whoa! Intense!