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[Issue 11] The Dreamer


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Martin sat down at his desk and booted up his computer. He hadn’t done his homework yet, but there would be plenty of time later. Right now he was tired out and it was a perfect time for playing Tanki. He opened his browser and searched for Tanki Online, reminding himself to make it his homepage later. All this searching was getting a bit old.


Advertised on the main page was a new contest—Author of Tanki Online. Curious, he clicked on it. Hopefully this would finally be something he could do. Perfect! All they wanted was a short story written about Tanki Online. Immediately, ideas began forming in his mind. This would be easy and the prize was a whopping 200 thousand crystals! Forgetting all about playing Tanki, he took out a paper and a pencil and began to scribble furiously. If he could win that prize...well, needless to say, it would be awesome.

Two hours, three broken pencils and trashcan full of crumbled paper later, his masterpiece was finished. It may have had a few little mistakes and a bit of editing was probably needed, but this was the best story he had ever written—not that he had ever been motivated to write anything—and Martin was positive that he could win this contest. None of the other players' entries were as good as his and there weren't that many contestants anyway. Exhausted from his exertions, he decided to rest and play a battle. The contest deadline was tomorrow, so there would be plenty of time to submit his story later. He entered the garage and after thinking about it for a moment, decided to spend all his crystals on ranking up to Captain. It was taking a gamble, but that way, when he received his prize, M2 weapons would be available right away. Plus, experience buying was going to be taken away soon, so now was his only chance.
Having bought his new rank, Martin sat back, admiring how it looked and skimming through the battle chat. He sat like that a long time, his eyes fixed on the computer screen but his thoughts far away. Unknown to himself he began to talk out loud. “Right now I've got Hornet and Thunder M1. I just spent all the crystals I had in my garage on ranking up to four diamonds."

"Tomorrow," he continued, "when the contest is over, and I get first place (as I have every reason to believe) I'll buy myself M2 weapons and a nice expensive paint--maybe with Smoky protection. Oh man! When Robby comes over, he's gonna be so surprised! I can't wait to see the look on his face!" Martin laughed at the thought.
"Since it's pretty hard for normal players to get very good garages, I'll be the most powerful tank on the battlefield, winning every battle I join!” This, Martin illustrated with a swipe of his hand across the keyboard, before continuing: “My crystals will begin to pile up, and soon I'll become one of the richest tankers—even richer than the buyers! After amassing a million or so crystals, I'll buy every item that is available to my rank, and over time get a fully M3 garage. My skills will be so great (to say nothing of my account) that every tanker will be aware of my nickname and look up to me." Here, Martin paused as if he was finished, but he must not have been satisfied, for he continued: "I have no doubt that the developers will take notice of me, one of the greatest players they've ever had. Without even so much as an interview, well, maybe just a question or two, I'm sure they'll ask me to become a moderator, and once that happens, even the Russian side of Tanki will have heard my name! When I get bored with moderating, I'll go to Bruce Lunga and with only a few subtle hints from me, he'll step down (I see no reason why not), offically giving me the position of English Community Manager. He may ask me to move to Perm, but I'm sure we can reach some kind of a compromise. To show him my kindness, I'll let Bruce to keep his nice avatar and the ability to update his status -- he'll like that. I think he's pretty old anyway (like 30 or something!) so he should already be thinking about retiring. I'd bet he's ready for it too, 'cause then he'll be able to move to a warmer climate -- it's so cold up there in Russia."


"Anyways, while working as a community manager," Martin went on, "I'll change Tanki bit by bit (in a good way of course), and slowly become famous throughout the video game world as the Father of Modern Gaming -- a big accomplishment, even for me. Hopefully, that will set me up for life at a young age, so I won't have to work very hard ever again -- unlike my parents keep telling me. When I finally become old and retire, not a single gamer will be unaware of Martin, the Father of Modern Gaming!" To emphasize his words, Martin pounded on the keyboard once more, accidentally hitting the ENTER key and expelling a random flood of letters into the Tanki chat.


"Martin! Dinner's ready!" His mother's voice from downstairs startled Martin out of his reverie.


"Coming mom!" He shouted back. Martin stood up and went down stairs to dinner, leaving his computer running. Unnoticed by him, a short green message had appeared on the screen--
You have been banned for a week. Reason: Flood. Downstairs, oblivious to what had happened, Martin was laughing happily. Not for long.



The End.



~jokjinari

Edited by Hexed

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Wow that story is just perfect, i like how winning a writing contest make him think he'll be the father of modern gaming xD

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Epic, one problem, if he was banned for a week, did the contest go on longer than that? Cos if it did, he could of entered...???????

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Epic, one problem, if he was banned for a week, did the contest go on longer than that? Cos if it did, he could of entered...???????

The contest deadline was tomorrow,

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