Stories & Poems

[Vikingsrallentando 3,058]

Hello Tankmen!

 

Here we post our stories, tales, poems, etc.

 

:excl: Make sure they are appropriate for the forum: See Rules. Do not flood!

 

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[Scientist 4,224]

Nice! Go, guys, make some good ones ;) They'll be appreciated :)

[bobmax 13]

Well i am in a clan named 'Legendary Assassins' and we had a war with a clan named 'Dark Magic',we won and so i was bored and made a story about that war. Hope you will like it :D

 

Here it is:

 

In 3030,a Norwegian explorer found some old books and records (which were records of defeats and victories of assassin order) while exploring forests of africa. They are thought to belong to the GREAT assassin order whose HQ stood at the place where these records were found. Mr.Explorer have deicided to share one of therecords

 

This record which was decided to make public was of a battle in which assassins won. It was fought with some dark magicians. here are the details which were written by a assassin commander present on the battle feild:

 

"It was a sunny morning. on the battle field was nothing,except TONS of ghastly shadows. 

 

 These shadows belonged to assassins and dark mages,who were hiding,waiting patiently for their ally(The DARKNESS/Night)to show up. Finally as night approached,both armies leaped from their hiding places,facing each other. 

 

Normally you hear battle cries and shouts on the battle feild,BUT here THE atmosphere was ghastly silent . There were no sound,except 2. The whispering of rain and wind and the murmuring of Dark mages,readying their spells. both armies stood silently facing each other as violent rain splashed from above.

the silence that day was so scary and horrifying that the place where this battle occured have been named 'Silence' (the clan war really happened on map silence)

 

Finally when signaled,both armies charged.......

 

there was a terribly horrifying  sight as assassins tore through the flesh of mages and mages casting the spells that inflict a pain,which is BEYOND measure.

 

Finally after hours of terrible fighting,the assassin flag was visible,ASSASSINS STOOD VICTOROUS!!

 

Though they lost many good warriors,the assassin deterioration made them Victorious 

 

THE END :)

 

I didnt had much time to make it better,so Enjoy :D

[hogree 4,179]

Have a couple of nice and ol' poems to share with you that got some decent feedback:

 

Half Asleep

 

Half Asleep
yet half awake,
I lie on my bed,
drifting on a lake.

 

The sounds that I hear,
sound ever so loud;
with my neighbour talking,
to what seems a crowd.

 

I hear my mother cooking
my brother’s birthday cake.
And that’s when I notice,
I’m still awake!

 

I listen to the cars,
as they pass quickly by,
and the noise from the rugby ground,
as someone scores a try.

 

I hear my brother Michael (Skit)
climb quickly up the stairs.
and hear my father talking,
but can’t catch what he says.

 

And suddenly everything’s quiet,

and I give a loud yawn;
not to open my eyes,
till the noise of dawn.

 

 

The Cricket Match

 

 

Read this out loud

It wasnt a bright outlook for the home fans that day,
the Danger Guns were losing by a very long way,
the Cauldron Blues, as underdogs, didnt know what to say,
as they easily were outclassing them, but only playing OK.

 

There were only 7 overs left, and they had their last men in,
and they needed 100 runs in order to win.
Half of the stadium’s fans had left and no joy was seen in the ground,
apart from in the away section, where we heard all the sound.

 

So the last two men, Masif and Dale, had an extremely hard task
And everyone expected, to win was more than they could ask.
But after the first over, the pair had bagged 10 runs.

and there was now a glimmer of hope for the Danger Guns.

 

So the Danger Guns attacked, and seemed doing really well,
Espescially Dale was doing good and no wicket had yet fell.
So, when the third over had gone, they had gathered sixty runs,
an incredible feat for the batters; there was now chance for the Danger Guns.

 

And Masif and Dale kept up their pace with a sixer right away,
and the Cauldron Blues bowlers just couldnt keep the two at bay.
So, at the end of the fourth over, ten more runs had just been got,
and for just two small batters, it was a mighty lot.

 

Two more overs went quickly by and the fans were going mad,
for the two had got 17, which wasnt just a tad;
and as the last over started, and with 14 runs to win,
it seemed an impossible task – yet again!

 

So in the final over, two runs were immediately in,
and after just a ball, twelve runs remained to win!
But in the next three bowls, the batters could get none,
and the task ahead, seemed an impossible one.

 

So with two balls left, two sixes were the aim;
if the Danger Guns wanted to win the game.
So Dale stood at the bat with steel in his eye,
and hit the ball with power; it almost hit the sky!

 

The ball went out for a six and celebrations came,
but still the Guns needed, six from one to win the game.
So Dale stood at the bat again and looked fierce in his face,
but when the ball came, it came with so much pace!

 

Yet still Dale took it brilliantly, and it seemed destined for a six,
but still there was a fielder, Arph, who had to do a trick;
if he wanted to stop it, he had to be brave,
and so he jumped, all of his strength he gave………

 

And he caught the ball with triumph on his face,
and all Dale could do was smile and grimace.
And the Cauldron Blues went crazy and celebrated in delight;
and what a game it was, on that very crucial night.

 

The Race

 

The sun had dawned in Misendon

the fans were ready for the big day
Yes, a 3.00 start it was,
yet they were there before midday.

 

It was the day of the important race -
the race worth waiting for,
only three cars still were in it,
T4, Bombshell and Lor.

 

So as the countdown for the race started,
the fans in the crowd watched on
while the cars prepared for racing,
knowing none of them could lose this one…

 

The lights showed green., the cars raced off,
as fast as they had ever gone
and as T4 took the lead,
the pit crew celebrated like he’d won!!

 

But after an hour of racing, still,
the cars were neck-to-neck
and even though none had had a stop,
none were looking like a wreck.

 

In fact, they all looked fit as ever,
they looked like they could never stop,
but finally Lor lost his breath,
and was the first to go to the pit stop.

 

But when he arrived there, the pit crew found,
Lor had broken his side in a skid,
so sadly he had to pull out of the race,
leaving two to fight for the win…

 

So with six laps left, the two of them,
were facing a hard decision,
should they quickly have a rest,
or try their hardest of the line, to keep vision…

 

Bombshell went for the easy choice,
and had a quick stop in the pits
but T4 decided to go for it,
though he was longing for a quick spit.

 

So T4 was now way ahead of Bombshell
but was quickly losing his breath,
and as he entered the last lap,
he realized how much he wanted a rest…

 

But he remembered the need to win the race
and so his composure he kept,
‘But for how long?’, he wondered,
as he watched Bombshell get unlapped,

 

But T4 kept on going, until the final stretch,
where he lost the little energy he needed to complete,
So Bombshell overtook him, practically on the line,
and now I’m gonna leave the commentary seat…..

FOR BOMBSHELL HAS WON!

 

 

These are poor poems, generally, because I wrote them when I had just gone 12. Especially the last one.

Edited August 30, 2013 by hogree

[Scientist 4,224]

Hog, I'm sorry we can't vote your post up. Man, you're talented!  :blink:

[hogree 4,179]

Its not that hard..  :mellow:

[flae99_forumalt 46]

SPAMMER! But still, good poems :P

[bobmax 13]

Nice one Hogree :) (atleast better than my story :D)

[Scientist 4,224]

Its not that hard..  :mellow:

Maybe...  :P

 

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[hogree 4,179]

Poor rhyming scheme, nice idea. Room for improvement. 

 

:P

[hogree 4,179]

Hmm my turn.

 

I loaded in the battle and a Thunder I did see;

running with our flag, with a look of victory.

But his confidence grew sombre as he noticed with a scream,

that glowing from my Railgun was a bright and yellow beam.

 

The little tank exploded, and I gave a shout of joy

as I drove near to return it, like a little eager boy

but just as I drew close to it, I drove into a mine

And my meager tank exploded as my death count rose to nine.

Edited August 30, 2013 by hogree

[Atakhan 1,229]

Farewell My Friend!

 

Unwillingly I met his eyes etched with intense pain,

for my trembling lips gave nothing but a sad smile.

I couldn’t blink back my tears! I looked away!

He didn’t ask me for a reason! We both knew why!

 

He managed to utter a word,

which I barely even heard.

But I, dumb with sorrow, found it hard to say,

at this moment, the very last moment,

some word, any word to this hero! To my friend!

 

Friends we had been,

since the very day we met.

Walked shoulder to shoulder,

to the very clutches of death.

And every time we came out victorious!

With out chests held up high!

But only happiness mingled with sadness!

Not a blessing in disguise!

 

Today it is another day!

Together we went into battle but alone I must cry.

But I make a promise my friend!

Promise that our friendship will not die!

 

I held him in my arms; praying that he would stay!

I pleaded, “Please! Please! Take me instead!”

Seemed it was to no avail for he didn’t live to see another day.

He had gone! He had left! Leaving me bereft!

 

“Goodbye my brother!

With your memories I will die!

Today or tomorrow I wonder and my pain subsides!

But what becomes of your mother?

Who will wait all her life……

For a child who will never return,

who in my arms has died!”

[Vikingsrallentando 3,058]

:(

 

Here is a story that I wrote a while ago. I edited it a little. Hope I made it better, and that its ok to post :P

 

The Paint of Mary

Where the name and paint came from.

 

It was a damp May morning on the Appalachian mountainside. The birds carrying on a song, the squirrels peeking out of the tree’s, and Mary Hamilton waking up to the sight of the sun gradually rising over the horizon, glistening on a small lake. After getting up from under the covers and stretching, she decided she would paint this scene again. She had been away for a few months to visit with grandparents. While she was there, she got painting tips from her grandmother. She now thought she could paint the sunrise from her small house better than she had before. After pouring a cup of coffee and setting up her workstation perfectly she was ready to begin.

In less than thirty minutes she had created an even better work of art than before. There was more detail in the tree’s and the lake. Since she used a bigger canvas, she was able to put the window she was looking out in the painting, adding a new dimension to the piece. The sunrise was captured perfectly. She stepped back in awe of what she had just created, sat down on her bed, and sighed realizing how much her grandparents meant to her, and the time she spent with them the past few months. Their stories of the hard times and the good times. From their college days, when her grandparents met, to now. Mary herself hopes to find someone that she could spend the rest of her life with. She slowly got up, walked into the living room, and sat on the couch to read the paper.

An hour later she hears a sound that came from her driveway. She stands up and looks out her kitchen window to see what the source of the noise was. There was nothing. She walked over to the counter to get a better look. Nothing. Then walked over to her dinette room window to look at her backyard, and then BOOM. The front door was kicked in, and a man in all black with a ski mask runs in and grabs Mary. She screams, and attempts breaking free of the intruders grasp. She kicks drastically and punches. She knocks the intruder on his back, and she falls forward. She lands next to a bucket of red paint. She picks it up and tosses the paint at the masked person to stall it. The paint goes everywhere. Almost covers the intruder head to toe. The floor is covered in red. Some paint gets splattered on a blank canvas. Mary runs outside only to get captured by a second masked intruder. She’s dragged down her driveway to a van parked on the street and gets shoved in. The van screeches down the road leaving tire marks in the pavement.  She is never seen again. To commemorate her life, the paint “Mary”, the accidental splash of red on a blank canvas, was added to the game.

[mkmkk999 7]

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[Lankbouv 6,347]

A story I wrote a while ago, if you want the rest of the series, just say.

 

 

 

It was one of those nights, thought Kimoto as he stepped inside KFC. He looked around in distaste at the hoards of people queuing towards the counter which was embossed with red signs, describing the latest fatty meal which could be bought. Kimoto knew he looked out of place, but that did not matter. He walked towards a door at the side marked toilet and pushed it open. No one was watching him. No one would notice if he did not come out. He was now in a small corridor with two doors at the far end marked ladies and gentlemen. He went straight into the ladies’ toilet, looking around to check that no one was watching him, and locked the door behind him. He then focused on the mirror to his, hanging loosely from the wall. He swung it up to the right and it clicked into place. He then stroked his index finger in a strange combination of movements and suddenly a deep grating sound could be heard very softly, not audible outside, and the tile below him that he was standing on, started to sink into the ground. When he has disappeared from view the mirror swung back into place and there was no evidence to show that he had been there. The door’s lock automatically unlocked and that was that.

Once the “lift” had stopped at the bottom of the shaft, Kimoto found himself staring at blackness all around. He could not see a thing. Then he spoke clearly in a monotonous voice. “Eins, dos, trois, four, Kimoto.” Suddenly light erupted around him and they brightly illuminated a corridor straight ahead of him with a solid wall at the end of it. There was no other way to go. But Kimoto knew this way well and he walked confidently, down the thin corridor, towards the wall. Closer and closer, and then he stretched out his finger and touched the wall. Or rather it went straight through it and his body followed. He was then in a box shaped room with a door at the far end. The door opened and a man stepped out, Spanish-looking. He was holding a gun and looking extremely expressionless. He was holding a pistol. Kimoto, however, was not in the least fazed by this and said,

“Son of the Dragon, let me in.” The man started at him hard for a few more seconds and then a bright smile broke out all over his face.

“Ah, Professor, it is good to see you!”

“And you Riez, I must say, Kazanka has done a very good job with that hologram, for a moment, despite having walked through it for ten years I was nearly convinced that it was a brick wall. I was most. . .unnerved. Anyway, I am afraid time is of the essence at the moment. We have business to see to.”

“I understand Professor. Let us go inside.” They both turned towards the door, Riez’ gun now in a holster on his belt. Once inside, the dull room outside was in startling contrast to the room he saw now. The room was quite big, with four desks connected together in the centre of the room, each holding computers. Two men sat at tow of the desks and they both looked up in delight at Kimoto and Riez. At the far end of the square-shaped room was a big electric screen with a map of Chinatown in a vibrant blue colour. On it, dots, representing cars were moving around the screen like little pinpricks of light scrambling for attention. On the walls on the right were pictures of front views, side views and back views of men.

“I have information for you, friends, we will be busy tonight. Jacques is about to strike again.”

- – -

“So, let me get this straight, Jacques is gonna strike Barlow’s warehouse tonight, but why? There’s nothing valuable in there.”questioned Kazanka. “I thought we go in for more, edifying stuff than a warehouse raid, why not hand it over to the police?” Kimoto pondered this question and then replied,

“Yes, I thought you’d ask that question. Well, for one, for some reason they are stealing ordinary stuff, like cigarettes and the like, I suppose just to make money and it’s true, Jacques ain’t usually into that kind of thing. But that doesn’t matter. We need to catch him, that’s why we’re not telling the cops, ok? And if we tell them they’ll bungle it and Jacques and his mob will find out and get away scot free. Again.”He scowled around at the three men.

“Right, I see!”said Kayato. “But how we gonna strike them? I assume we want them alive, right?”he added on a darker note.

“Ok, this is what we’re gonna do, but we gotta be careful, understand. He gets wind of this and him and his mates, about twenty of ‘em, will mow us to pieces. Or that’s what we hear. Twenty, that’s a lot of guns.! So, at 11 tonight Kayato will drive up to Barlow’s warehouse, fully armed of course and leave the car there. Kayato will then be picked up by me and Kazanka on a drive-pass. . .”

“Wait a sec! What’s the b****y point of that?”shouted Riez, his South American temper flaring up as it so often did. “They’ll know that someone’s onto them. . .”

“Riez, you must listen to my plan before judgement. Right.”Kimoto looked around to check he had everyone’s attention. He did, and then continued, “On this car will be every kind of surveillance device I can think of. Miniature camera, heat sensors, x-ray viewing and the lot. Then at half 11 when Jacques and his men are supposed to turn up, Riez will hide down the road and see if they leave a guard outside the warehouse. Now Riez, if they do, kill him with a silencer and take his place. Then, while Jacques and his men are inside, Kayato will mount an attack on the warehouse with a mounted machine-gun, but don’t hit Riez because in the confusion, he will slip inside and mingle with the guards. Kayato will clear off and hide several blocks away in case of emergency and keep track of the affair with the surveillance. Meanwhile me and Kazanka are going to climb overhead in the silenced helicopter I’ve been working on for ages. At this point Riez will drop a couple of smoke grenades and spread panic, that they’re under attack and that kinda thing. Then lead Jacques up to the roof, saying you can escape that way and we’ll grab him in the heli’. You all got it?” There were nods around the room, “Good! Let’s go!”

Kayato revved the engine and turned the corner and then he saw the warehouse. It had a row of other warehouse alongside it, there were no normal houses in the road. The actual building was exactly like a house you would live in, except it was black and seven storeys high. There was a light smattering of rain falling and it was bitterly cold. He parked outside and ran along the road and hopped into a waiting car with Kimoto and Kazanka inside.

“You did it?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good, now when we drop you off, get the buggy with the mounted machine-gun and hide down Fern Avenue. Attack when Riez buzzes you on the telecom, ok?”

“Yes, I understand, good luck Professor, Kazanka.”

Riez peered around the corner in his night-vision goggles. Yes, there they were. Two lorries drew up by the side of the warehouse. Men cradling guns jumped out the back of each and from the front of one a man stepped out with a driver. He had a commanding presence about him. He was definitely Jacques. Riez watched as the men kicked at the flimsy door of the warehouse. It crumbled and they filed inside, Jacques going in last. “Darn!”Riez thought to himself. Three guards had been left outside. Riez switched on his telecom and called Kimoto.

“R calling K, eins, dos tres four. We have 3 fireguards outside our door. Repeat: We have 3 fireguards outside our door. Request instruction?” A voice crackled back:

“Put 2 in the bin and use the third.”was the short reply. Riez swore to himself! It would be no easy task. But he had better get on with it.

Moving stealthily in the shadows of the other warehouses, Riez slipped forward, loading his pistol. Then he attached a silencer. He took aim. Phut. One dropped dead. Another swung round in amazement and: Phut. Dead. The third was about to shout when: Phut. Three dead. Riez knew he had to work fast. He ran over, casting furtive glances at the warehouse to check no one was watching. He dragged the first away. Then the second. And then the third. They were all hidden behind the huge rubbish bin across the street. Riez did not know what he would say if someone came out and asked why there was only one guard, not three. He hoped no one would come out.

Then a buggy appeared at the end of the road. It was Kayato. Riez almost raised his gun to shoot at him by instinct and then he remembered. He ran to the warehouse door and took cover as the firing started. Glass exploded everywhere as windows shattered. Kayato whizzed past and swung round just as the door opened and five armed men ran out confused. More gunfire. Riez did not have time to see if Kayato had got away but slipped through the door. The first thing he saw was a pile of crates stacked ready to be loaded into the lorry. He noticed men carrying boxes to it and then returning for another load. He joined in, unnoticed by anyone. He was safe. The gunfire had stopped.

Kimoto twiddled a nob on the control panel of the silent helicopter. It flew higher, up and up above the clouds. Kazanka said,

“2 minutes till target.” Kimoto nodded and they flew on.

Riez walked up the stairs towards another pile of boxes. Ignoring this he walked on up another flight of stairs to where Jacques was. He looked at his watch. One minute to deadline. He fingered the grenades in his pockets nervously. This was not going to be a piece of cake. He reached the floor before the roof and stopped and looked around and in the dimly lit room he saw Jacques and two men hunched over a portable computer. They didn’t notice him come in and he slipped around the edge of the room still unseen and settled down behind some boxes in the corner. He waited. And he waited. His telecom beeped. The signal. Riez took out a smoke grenade and hurled it at the ceiling. Kaboom! The explosion rocked the room and opaque smoke filled the room. There were shouts of confusion and Jacques screamed,

“Where shall we go? Is it an attack. Stan, you there?” Riez had moved quickly. He had jabbed the man he assumed was Stan in the neck and shot the other man with his silenced pistol. Then he had thrown the second grenade into the air. He then answered Jacques, in place of Stan.

“I’m here, this gas is poisonous, quick, the roof.” Jacques shouted his agreement. Riez grinned to himself as he heard the gunfire that Kimoto and Kazanka has set up to make it sound like the warehouse was under attack. He climbed up the ladder followed by Jacques, who in the smoke could not see that he was not Stan. Then they were on the roof. The helicopter was not there yet. Riez swore and said,

“We’ll try to get away once the attack has stopped.” Jacques was slumped on the roof exhausted and shocked.

“Yes, yes that’s fine. . .”he replied. “But who the blimming heck is attacking us. I don’t understand. . .!” Then he was interrupted by a voice,

“Boss, it’s Stan, what happened. ..”said a head poking up form the skylight. Then he saw Riez. “What the. . .?” Riez drew his gun and fired. Or he meant to. Nothing came out. He had run out of bullets. Jacques was stunned into paralysis but Stan was not remotely disabled. He hurled himself at Riez, lashing out wildly. Riez ducked away and jabbed him in the face and he rolled away onto the edge of the roof. But he was up within seconds and ready to face Riez who swung a fist at him. But it caught him dead in the face and he stumbled and then regaining his balance in amazing speed knocked Riez out with a swift punch. Stan had one second to celebrate his triumph when machine-gun fire rang out and he was thrown off the roof. A black blur whizzed threw the night air onto the roof. Its name was Kazanka. He scooped up Riez and shoved him onto the waiting helicopter, hovering inches above the roof. Then, he looked around for Jacques. But he was nowhere to be seen!

“Where the heck is he?” But in the confusion, Jacques had made good his escape and was now in one of the lorries driving away from the warehouse.

In the helicopter Riez had just come round and was saying,

“What the heck happened? One moment I has Jacques and the next some thug attacked me. Where’s Jacques?”

“We don’t know yet, he’s got away, but Kayato’s attempting to find him. He’ll call when he gets him but if I know Jacques he will be in hiding.”replied Kimoto.

“Where are we going, then? HQ?”questioned Riez.

“No, or course not!”replied Kimoto, as if surprised by Riez’ question. “We’re on standby, for if and when Kayato picks up Jacques!”

Kayato revved his car down the motorway. He had changed vehicles when he had learned of Jacques’ escape and he had just found a lead into where he might be. He had asked a man if he had seen a lorry come past and he had seen one turning onto the motorway, but five minutes ago. Kayato was now going over a hundred miles per hour dodging other cars and receiving verbal abuse for the milliseconds that she passed a car. Then he saw it. Just on the horizon was a lorry which matched the description Kimoto has given him. He switched on his telecom and while driving said,

“KO calling K, I’ve seen a falcon flying down the motorway.” The message was acknowledged and then came the hard bit for Kayato. He was slowly gaining on the lorry and he did not think that Jacques knew he was after them but he still had to be careful. Then suddenly Kayato noticed a nozzle sticking out of the back of the lorry, aiming in his general direction. Then Kayato knew that he was not the target. Everyone else was. Then the firing started. Bullets tore at cars, sending them crashing into each other, producing explosions. Kayato swerved to avoid a hail of bullets and then pulled out his own handgun. It was all he had, but it would have to do. Now the gun was aiming at him. Kayato moved over to an opposite lane attempting to fire at the driver. She had him in clear sights and then he remembered. Jacques should not die and if the driver was hit, then the lorry would crash and Jacques would definitely die. Kayato drove alongside the lorry which was still spewing bullets out wreaking havoc behind it. Then suddenly, a gun poked out of the side of the lorry’s canvas, and it opened fire, missing Kayato but hitting cars on the other side of the motorway. Kayato wondered how long he would be able to hold out. He just hoped Kimoto would get here soon. He scanned the sky to his left. No sign of the helicopter and then he looked to the right. There he was, a black speck on the horizon, getting bigger and bigger. Kayato almost cheered and then he saw bullets flying through the air towards him. There was nothing he could do. They tore through the metal car roof and hit him on the chest and he was flung out of the car door which has swung open through the sheer force of the bullets. Kayato lay still in the grassy centre of the motorway, with cars whizzing past him on both sides and the lorry carrying on into the distance.

Kimoto, Kazanka and Riez looked down in horror form the helicopter as they saw the fire strewn path that the lorry has left in its wake. For about half a mile dilapidated cars lay burning across the road, bodies pitched randomly on the tarmac. And then suddenly the trail stopped and as the helicopter moved off in pursuit of the lorry they noticed an innate form lying on the grassy verge in the middle of the motorway but they did not pay it a seconds’ thought because it was just like hundreds they has just seen. The lorry was now within shooting distance and Kazanka was all for opening fire but Kimoto restrained him.

“Look, all of these lives will be wasted if we can’t capture Jacques. If we get him, we’ll get so much valuable information.” Kazanka completely disagreed with this,

“Look Kimoto, how many more lives will be spent today through this futile operation. Why, we don’t even know where Kayato is. He’s probably dead and we could just end this nightmare right here, right now.” Kimoto winced as he heard these words. They had all been wondering where Kayato was. He had not made contact for a whole hour, since saying he had sighted Jacques’ lorry.

“I’m sorry Kazanka, I too am worried about Kayato but we must capture Jacques alive. Think of how many lives it will save in the future.”

“It doesn’t matt. . .”Kazanka started but he was interrupted by Riez.

“Kazanka, Professor Kimoto is right, we must not waste this opportunity.” Kazanka, surprised by the force in Riez’ voice, remained silent and continued watching the lorry as they grew closer.

“How are we going to get him alive then?”said Riez.

“I have a plan, but it is quite audacious, but I can think of nothing else that can work.”replied Kimoto.

“And what is it?”said Riez.

“You will see. Although I advice you to hang on tight, if this goes wrong we’ll all die, though if it’s any consolation Kazanka, “He pointedly stared at Kazanka, “Jacques will die, if we die!”

“Brilliant. . .”muttered Kazanka, “Personally, I’m not ready to die yet, or ever for that matter.”

“Hang on then!”shouted Kimoto. He was lowering the helicopter above the lorry which was still quite oblivious to its presence. The helicopter went lower and lower and then,

“Kimoto, surely you’re not thinking. . .”

“Shut up!” They were going at 100 miles per hour and the metal runners were about to hook onto the top of the lorry. Crunch! There was a horrible grating sound as they connected. The driver of the lorry desperately tried to free itself from the grip of the helicopter, but to no avail. Cars all down the motorway were moving out of the way, screeching to a halt to watch the daredevil battle between the helicopter and the lorry. Then it all happened really quickly. Kimoto managed to unhook one of the runners, therefore knocking both the lorry and the helicopter off balance. The lorry tipped sideways as did the helicopter, but the helicopter disconnected and the lorry fell on its side and skidded, spinning towards the metal barriers lining the side of the motorway. It bounced several times before coming to rest in the centre of the road. Meanwhile the helicopter was spinning downwards towards the ground but Kimoto managed to right it just at the last second and they rose away clear of the ground and they regained height and hovered in the air about 50 metres up. Men flooded out of the upturned lorry, brandishing guns, obviously in the mood for revenge. They were about to open fire at the vulnerable helicopter when a police car screeched to a halt nearby, its sirens wailing. A policeman got out and was cut down by a hail of machine-gun fire from one of Jacques’ men. Then the actual car was blasted into non-existence by about ten guns. This, however, gave time for Kimoto to put the helicopter into a dive. Kazanka and Riez stuck their guns out of either side, blasting their enemies, who scattered and took cover, now only about 5 remaining. Kimoto landed the helicopter and Kazanka and Riez jumped out cradling their guns. Three of Jacques’ men were hiding behind a burning car. Kimoto saw them and using the guns built into the helicopter, blasted them and the car apart. Kazanka and Riez moved forward swiftly finishing off the two men. They held their guns in front of them as they began to search the lorry for Jacques. And to their shock and horror, he was nowhere to be seen. Then Kimoto’s voice came down from the helicopter.

“Guys, bad news, I assume you haven’t found Jacques.”Kazanka and Riez nodded dejectedly, surprised that Kimoto knew. “Yeah, well, I just got a call form someone in authority. I asked him to scan CCTV of the city a couple of hours ago before Kayato picked up Jacques’ trail. It seems that Jacques left the lorry just before they reached the motorway!”

Edited September 4, 2013 by Lankbouv

[Vikingsrallentando 3,058]

I'm not very good at poems, but I'll give it a shot. :P

 

Homework

Oh God, how I hate homework.
Just what I need to end my day.
as I write at the table,
I want to stab it with a fork.

The thought of spending an evening on it;
the cherry on top.
working, hoping time flies,
and that I can finally stop.

Now I have a headache,
as if I was stapling my forehead.
Sore hands and a sore brain;
if only I had a hottub.

As I slowly finish my work,
I sigh with relief.
Only go to school the next day,
to receive more...

[Vikingsrallentando 3,058]

bump

[FederalBureauFBI 2,881]

Pinned, please keep all your stories and poems here

[r_Cherubim0 3]

Guys please keep the long stories in a spoiler. <_<

[Aero.v2.0 1,456]

Very nice :)

[Destrod 2,634]

Things to know:

               In this story, real people drive tanks and they live in real houses like us. However, the cities are named as tanki maps. 

 

 The Story:  Loves Cruel Sting

            Love, a bond formed not by family relations, not by money or fame, but by sheer care, heart and feelings. This is a story about the Romeo and Juliet, the butter and milk, the flower and water. Jessica and Antonio are two lovebirds who don't know how much they love each other. They live in the most famous city in tankiworld called  Silence. All was well with Jessica and Antonio. They loved each other, cared for each other and they trusted each other. Jessica used to have the hornet m1 with isida m1 and the beautiful In Love Paint Job (although I really hate it!). While Antonio had a Viking m1 with thunder m1 and the stylish Corrosion paint. But one day, their harmonious life came to a halt. "Honey, im going out to get my paint re-sprayed. See you soon!" Jessica called as she got out of her house to go into her tank. "Ah women! always about their looks!" Antonio wailed, with a smile on his face. As Jessica was going to her tank, she caught a glimpse of a strange black tank in the bushes. Jessica neglected it and moved on. The black tank slowly crawled towards Antonio, who was still in the house. He broke the door and went inside. "What nonsense is this! who are you? what do you want?" Antonio yelled."I am... not who you think I am. I'm your master and your student" The black tank wailed.Antonio was confused, he didn't make any sense! The black tank was equipped with a strange weopon, with a cloth covered on it. He lunged forward and tripped Antonio to the ground."Aah! Antonio screamed. The black tank shot the wall near him, and the smoke left him in a state of misery and unconsiousness. "Honey  I'm home! you will be surprised to see my new paint! Antonio are you there?"  as Jessica took notice of the condition of the house, she understood that something was terribly wrong. She searched the house and failed to find any evidence. She knew that Antonio havd been kidnapped. But Jessica noticed a black shot mark on the wall. "This is not a common thunder or smoky shot. It's something else" She said to herself."Aah," Antonio sighed."what is this place? where am I?" Antonio was getting that eery feeling that people have when they are in a strange abandoned little house. His head hurt, his throat felt soar and he had no idea where he was. He was sitting on a chair tied up with a rope. "You have awoken at last my friend. In a short time too, compared to when i woke up" The black tank said, nowhere in sight."Who are you? what have I done to you? why are you doing this?" Antonio screamed." What have I done to you eh? you will know soon enough partner!" The black tank called. He was still invisible. He came forward and got out of his tank. And when the smoke cleared, Antonio saw a man whom he had never hoped to see. "Lysander? you? your behind this?". Now we come to a rewind in this story. Before Antonio fell in love, he was a teacher of the subject Ricocheism. And Lysander was his best student. One day, Lysander even managed to defeat Antonio himself in a ricochet duel! Antonio and Lysander were very close friends. But when Jessica came into Antonio's life, Lysander became jealous of Jessica as she was beautiful and intellegent. Now, Lysander has kidnapped Antonio and he is going to kill him if he doesn't give up Jessica."Never! I will never listen to you! Jessica is dearer to me than all the crystals in the world! I will never give her up" Antonio screamed with full enthusiasm. "I figured you might say that." Lysander picket up a bat, and hit him right on the face, leaving him unconcious once again. Back home, Jessica had been running wild searching for Antonio. She received information and found out that Antonio was kidnapped by a mysterious black tank. None knew his location. But her mind told her that he was in an abandoned place. She reached an abandoned house far, far away from the neighbourhood. And that was the very house where Antonio was kept hostage. She quickly entered the room. Luckily, Lysander went for a drink. "Oh Antonio! are you alright?  who has done this to you?" Jessica said with tears in her eyes. "Lysander. I'll  explain later. Right now we gotta go!" "Whats your hurry dear friend? the fun is just beggining!" Lysander replied, with that evil smile on his face. Jessica pushed him aside and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She got into the tank and drove away with her Romeo in her arms. Fear,terror and distess arose on Jessica's face. They were completely surrounded by Lysanders men. They had mammoths and railguns all m0. There was no escape, but Antonio came up with an idea."Jessica, get out  of the tank". Antonio ordered. Jessica knew that he was up to something, so she did as she was directed to. The smile of victory faded from Lysander's face, as he knew that his master had a trick up his sleeve. As the enemy were equipped with firebirds, the small duo would be able to crawl under the tanks.They could get trampled,but it was worth a try.They swiftly moved through the horde of tanks and they were almost there, when Antonio's foot got crushed, and he fell down."Honey, leave me be. If you carry me, they will surely catch us both and it will be the end of our love." But Jessica did not leave him." Love never dies Antonio, it never dies".Suddenly, they came to a halt. They were staring at a bridge, and you know what seperates it from the other side? A big, giant, humungus wall. No man or tank could go across it. They hid behind the pillar and waited for their doom."It has been a great adventure with you Jessica, and now we are at its end." Antonio didn't want to get killed, so he commited suicide and the lovebirds died there hand in hand. Certainly Jessica and Antonio lost there lives. But their love still lives.Now, you must be wondering why I haven't revealed somethings which I have mentioned earlier. First of all, the shot that Jessica saw in the house after Antonio was abducted was a Ricochet shot. Lysander covered his Ricochet because if he had shown his turret, Antonio would have recognized him and would have easily known his weak spots. And do you know why Antonio commited suicide instead of being killed? because he still cared for his student. If Lysander had killed Antonio, then Lysander would have certainly gone to jail. Well thats it for my story! and a quote to end this story. Its also the moral. Thank you for reading my story. 

 

                                                       "Love never dies, it always lives on"

[Remaine 4,687]

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As said before, a bit shabby.

 

 

Player Remaine has been warned. Reason: Overquoting, point 3.7. Rules

Edited October 5, 2013 by FederalBureauFBI

[Psycho 586]

Late on the night of October 17,2899, in an apartment at 12 place Vendôme in Paris, splitterpoint, known for taking over mighty battles, dreams his last dream while lying in his sickbed. It is a dream of a beautiful, magical world, like something from a fairytale.

In that world, those with incurable noobyness are able to harness the power of drugging.He encounters an old girl facing a terrible destiny and the boy who will heal to save her. Though at first a world of tanks can't be true. A world of death. A world that feels so real. Can this truly be just a dream?

 

©splitterpoint ↪™ 

just freshly edited it.

[mordecaix 45]

it was about 3:00 am when i woke up and saw that the enemy had crossed the border.

i ran to get my thunder+hornet and my partener suleman took mammoth+ricochet.

we tried to wake up our other combrats but we were too late the enemy had taken them as hostage.

so only suleman and i were left.

we were against 2 wasp+ricochet and three hunter+thunder.

we knew we couldn't win it without using our power ups.

but the problem was that we only had 3 double power and 2 sheilds.

so we divided the sheilds and the double powers and left one double power as last resort.

we fought with all we had.

i guess the luck was on our side that day because the enemies had no poer ups.

we were able to take out all the wasps but the hunters gave us a hard time.

we were lucky to be alive that day because although we won the surprise attack and got our combrats back we were still badly injured.

by this experience i think that a soldier should stay alert 24/7.

 

 

THE END

Edited October 5, 2013 by mordecaix

[Firingsniper_2 83]

Oh well - as may well post our story of My team

 

Some months ago, I, Firingsniper joined a team called Tank Masters, and joined it for few days. I noticed the team page was unorganizing, so I made a proper one and sent it to the leader. No answer. I waited for a week, I PM'ed him again I am leaving this team, so please remove me from the list. And then he answered, why not make a new team, more organized? So the leader got his friends and I was his Co-Leader. It sucked. He got inactive again, I was beginning to lose my patience, while there was 10 players applying and I can't add then to the list. So after two weeks, I got some peeps of my old team (ET) who was angry at the inactive leader and made a team called DS, and the other group who was loyal to the leader (who later gave up since ET got closed) later made a team called ND. 

So we separated to DS and ND. As for ND, it split into BF and TE and BK. (BK dead a long time ago) DS was doing fairly good (I think) and we started our first war, against ND in Red Alert. We won by 11-1 and the second round 12-1. Yes, I clearly remember. And then we got happy, asked other teams for wars but they won't accept our war invitation. So, we came back to ND, we requested them a rematch. We won by 19-0 and the second round 6-0. ND members enraged, and some of ND members came to DS, some of ND members became TE, and then the final group became BK. The ND leader (Destroy-U) considered ND too inactive and no members, and made a new team called BF (now closed). While in DS, we wasn't doing very good, since summer vacations came. Since too many members were on vacation, we closed our team.

 

But on October, the stupid leader finally reopened the team DS, and now we're here, but a mod renamed us to DES. 

 

 

DES, DS - Destructive Snipers

TMT - Tank Masters Closed in 1 month

TE - The Electrons

ND - Nuclear Destructors Closed in 2 months

BF - Blazing Flames Closed in 3 months

ET - Elite Terminators Closed in 2 weeks

BK - Balkan Killers Closed (unidentified)