Contest [Issue 26] Continue the Story! [Chapter 1]

Shard-01 · September 16, 2014

I really don't know why the other people have down voted my story, but i do know what have to be in a story>

Action: We called that strategy the "Dual demolition" When I went in the offence he stay to defense. When I stay defense he goes on the offence.

Mystery: I have heard of the rumors about such mysterious players

suspense: 66 kills and 0 lost. I was totally confused

and etc.. (romance- only if you need)

It's not so much the elements of your story which they don't like, but the way you get those elements across. The action is rather short, the suspense isn't built up, the mystery is shallow. Also tons of people on this forum have used a similar plot. With a little work, I think it could be a great story. :D

r_danielbeton0 · September 16, 2014

wow!!! can't beloive 14 potsw

Edited September 24, 2014 by r_danielbeton0

r_Destroyiah0 · September 16, 2014

Destroyiah,

It is a good gesture, but you should include the stories as quotes and ensure the names of authors are clearly published.

Thanks for including my story in your favorites list ;)

May the force be with you ;)

Darthy,

thank you for you're comment, it will help with future posts of mine.

Although you're suggestion about putting the names of the authors is a good point, I purposely excluded their nickname's due to the fact that some people will just vote on the story that was written by their friend or other stereotypes.

But I will, however, be glad to announce the author's names of the top 5 stories selected once I have collected the results.

Thank you,

Destroyiah

P.S,

may you make a vote on you're favorite story?

r_Destroyiah0 · September 16, 2014

Look Out Tankers!

As I have promised, the second chapter of blockbuster book: Where the Storm Came From, will be posted on September 30th!

Here is the back cover of: Where the Storm Came From

Five years ago a young hacker got started into the field of gaming. When he heard of 'tanki online' he was immediately interested in the graphics and 3D details. He then joined the game and became the dominant tank. He named the tank after an ancient English mythical being of power. Seymon Kirov had just announced that in the game, you get one try; Once you die in the game, you have to start all over. You know what happened to him.

Five years now passed and tanker 'Rampage' has seen a small glimpse of the hacker. This is where the mystery of The Leviathan began. Not a tank stood in the way………

'Rampage' reported this and it was agreed that this incident was a simple glitch in the system.

But is The Leviathan really gone forever?

Edited September 23, 2014 by r_Destroyiah0

Raredust · September 16, 2014

The story is called "Freedom"...

Chapter 1 -

I'm in a well-hidden cave. My exhausted body is slouched against the rough wall of the cave with my eyes half-closed. My "Hornet" hidden, hard to find. My slightly younger brother, Jaq, is 15 feet away from me, sleeping peacefully. We're in the most dangerous land anyone could ever be. We're in the land of the "Hunters", big men with guns and tanks who hunt for anyone in their land. Yesterday, my brother was in their land snooping around and spying, but was caught. Two hours ago, I freed him from prison and escaped. The Hunters are looking for us. They're searching to kill. We have to start moving soon before they find us. It's only a matter of time if we stay here. We have to move. We have to get out of here soon. Once we're out of the Hunters' land, we're free. Free. Freedom is what we have to reach. Freedom is our goal. Freedom. I sometimes almost want to feel proud for valiantly rescuing my brother, but I recognize how unnecessarily foolish that would be. There's an ugly wound on my right leg, caused by climbing a tall, metal gate while being chased by a Hunter. I'm trying to ignore it, but the pain can be felt even in my head. Slowly I move my hand to my leg to touch it. As soon as my body senses the touch, it burns. I gasp in pain and quickly move my hand. I pause and look in front of me to see my brother reposition himself. I need to have my leg treated. I must. If I don't, I will die. What's worse, I'll die along with my brother if we don't escape from this evil land. I look down and sigh as I think about the importance of the trouble we're in. I shake my head and then sleepily lay down on the rough cave ground. After a minute or two, I start drifting into sleep mode, still thinking of weird, vague plans to escape. It's useless, I'm just too exhausted. I must sleep. My eyelids slowly close as I feel the pleasure of falling asleep. Sleep...

Holocaust_Spark · September 17, 2014

OBLIVION

CHAPTER 1

Connor was in Gubakha, a base for him to rest in before facing the militants that threatened the nation’s security. “Our nation needs your help, Colonel Connor! Defend it with glory!” Generalissimo Makarov had said, but now Connor could not see where ‘glory’ came in, because he had been travelling with fellow corps for at least a week, oozing sweat, his clothes covered with grime; rashes and blisters were breaking out on his skin due to the heat, and mosquitoes buzzed around them all the time.

They had set off from Serpuhov all guns blazing, holding their heads up and shoulders straight to impress the Generalissimo, thinking of victory, honour and fame, but now all Connor could think about was rest, air-conditioned tents and Coke (he was a strict non-alcoholic).

He sighed, but he had a duty to do. He immediately walked out for inspection of all the hulls and turrets. The Quintillion barracks were busy polishing their Railgun M3s, mean machines designed for going for the kill. In the battle, these would show no mercy. Assembled beside them were a gleaming set of Hornet M3s, all clad with the mighty Zeus paint.

“You need to work on your turret rotation, Ruben,” he said to a Captain. “Aye Aye, sir,” was the curt reply he got.

The atmosphere was tense all around the camp. Connor entered the Close Attack Corps to inspect their Firebirds and Freezes when he saw an Intelligence Board member sitting inside the tent.

“Any news, doctor?” asked Connor.

“The best, Colonel. We have tracked the militants to Bobruisk, a town about twenty kliks from here.”

“Very well. Prepare for the attack.” With that, Connor left.

Mark sighed and walked towards the Strategy Tent. They were short by both ammunition and people. They would just have to fight and see what happened after. If they win, they got the glory, but if they lost, they would die with glory.

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Suddenly, a purple shot split the air – A Railgun M2, the signature turret of the militant group. The battle was on.

Alarm bells started ringing, and Connor jumped into his Viking M3 and donned a Ricochet M3 with a grim slash on his face.

The special forces fought bravely against the militants, but for every enemy they destroyed, two more seemed to join their ranks. Every strategy of theirs was anticipated by the militants, even the most secret ones which he only shared with his officers. The special forces placed mines, used their supplies and even tried kill-stealing, but nothing worked. Slowly but surely, they ran out of ammunition.

Soon everybody in the special forces except for Connor was either dead or out of ammunition. As Connor geared up to make his final stand, he saw Ruben aiming a shot.

“Over here, Ruben,” he called, hoping for some backup. But Connor was shocked when Ruben turned his Railgun around and shot him.

Connor staggered for breath, almost out of health, and squeezed out the words – “Ruben! You traitor!”

“Sorry, Colonel, but I’m tired of being a fugitive. I want a luxurious life, and I’m prepared to do anything to achieve it. So, Goodbye, Colonel.”

Connor geared up to make a scathing remark, but then, as Ruben’s Railgun’s tip glowed orange, he braced himself for the agony to end.

~PRATY

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Epic story! You'll win!

CRIME_GUY · September 17, 2014

It's not so much the elements of your story which they don't like, but the way you get those elements across. The action is rather short, the suspense isn't built up, the mystery is shallow. Also tons of people on this forum have used a similar plot. With a little work, I think it could be a great story. :D

then there is a good shot at loosing this contest, still doesn't matter cuz stories wasn't my strong part at all well good luck to you guys

CRIME_GUY · September 17, 2014

Epic story! You'll win!

an alternative acc my guess

DarthvaderjonGTR · September 17, 2014

Epic story! You'll win!

an alternative acc my guess

LOL ;)

I.WalkAlone · September 17, 2014

Take A vote Tankers!:
Tankers!
Listen up!

This is a survey to see what are the top 10 most favored stories that have been posted!

This is just to get an idea for you to get about the best stories in the contest!

This will only take a few minutes;

Just read stories below and vote on your most favorite story!

That's all it takes tankers!

All votes are due september 23rd!

Here are the top 10 stories!

The first story:

The Grand OffensivePart 1: The InvasionCommander Nikolai marched along the imposing row of tanks neatly lined up outside the defense perimeter of Berlin, the last German stronghold. "Comrades, today, we strive to bring glory to our motherland, and to annihilate these ingrates from the face of the Earth! They will feel our full power, wrath, and anger! Mercy is not ours to give! Let them taste our vengeance while we send them all to hell!" Sauntering over to a distraught looking soldier, he snatched the bottle of vodka from his trembling clutches, "save that for when Berlin is ours, comrade! Fear not, for victory is certain!"A mortar shell landed near my tank, the ground shook and the sound of confused shouting rang in my ears. The musty, yet familiar smell of gunpowder and charred metal perforated the already saturated air. Everyone scrambled to their offensive positions."Happy birthday Hitler," Nikolai muttered under his breath. "All units, attack! Fire at will! For mother Russia!" Slowly, but surely, our formation of tanks began to advance, decimating all enemy troops in our path. Fierce resistance was met, with German troops and heavy gunfire bombarding our positions. Artillery shells whistled overhead as Gatling guns sought to inject rhythmical discipline into the chaos ensuing on the ground. "We need air support!" Colonel Alexei hollered, motioning to the radio. Soon, heavy artillery fire came from behind us into the German capital. Suddenly, a strange silence fell over the street we were besieging. Enemy movement had ceased. I looked to my fellow comrades, only to find the same confusion and puzzlement etched on their faces. The street seemed abandoned, save for the multitudes of fallen soldiers scattered like breadcrumbs across the brick pavement, their faces contorted beyond recognition and limbs strewn haphazardly across the blood stained mesh of concrete and mangled metal.The infantry inched forward tentatively, unsure and cautious at this unexpected development. A single gunshot reverberated around the deserted street. A lieutenant from the 6th Belorussian front gave a muffled cry of horror and stumbled backwards. I had noticed the flash of the shot, bearing origin from behind a window on the third floor of a battered building. The sniper had clearly been trying to establish the chain of command and had been relatively successful in doing so."Contact from within the buildings! " The warning had barely left my lips when the windows of buildings from both sides of the deceptively empty street erupted in heavy machine gun fire. Abandoning our posts and breaking formation, we dived for cover behind overturned vehicles as our infantry units began to scale the stairs to take out the snipers. Our ten tanks lumbering in the middle of the street slowly turned their turrets, preparing to neutralize the threat. Bullets ricocheted off the thick heavy armor of the sturdy T-34 tanks like peanuts as the turrets of destruction took careful aim at the doomed resistance fighters seeking cover in the brittle concrete buildings. I clutched my assault rifle and tried to catch my breath. War was no stranger to me, but this was different. We had been caught completely off guard. Things could have gone much worse... I glanced at my companion Boris, seeking reassurance. He gave me a confident nod and motioned upwards. We were taking cover in one of the buildings and would try to take out the troops hiding upstairs. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we scaled the stairs with unparalleled speed and dexterity. The rumbling sound of the German tanks rose over the noise of small arms fire and artillery shells. The German tank battalion had arrived."Panzer Vor!!!" A loudspeaker resonated from the German line.Realising the advantage of higher ground, we hastened our climb to the top floor.We turned the final round of stairs, with Boris ahead as usual. Abruptly, Boris stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he laid his rifle down on the unforgiving concrete floor and raised his hands. The sound of a pistol cocking echoed around the stairwell. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead as the sudden raw realization dawned on my tormented soul.Swiftly, I ducked back down the stairwell as two pairs of scuff hairy arms pushed Boris into the room. For the first time in the war, I was at loss of what to do...To be continued

Next Up #2:

It was a dark, cold and shadowy night. My friends and I were walking down the street. The city was pitch-black, with the only serviceable light source being the full moon. I was walking with Robert and Boris which at times posed an inexorable dilemma – they were covered within the night. I was well out of breath, to such an extent that I was trudging down the grotesque street. It’s infuriating because it was never like this before. The town of Bymist was highly revered for being as clean as a whistle but it appears it’s been debased by today’s youth.

“Anton, speed up the pace!” said Robert vehemently. He’s known for a while that I’ve been at a disadvantage when it comes to walking. You see, I’m a big lad; I’m not really a fan of exercise or anything that involves excessive movement. Due to that, I never really had a great childhood. My stature was a comedic gold mine. For years, I tried to whittle away at the pounds but it always amounted to nothing. That’s why, given that Robert and I have known each other for decades that he would acknowledge this and slow down for me. However, it seemed that was too much to ask.

“HURRY UP!” Robert then screamed. “If you don’t speed up the pace, I’m leaving without you!” After hearing that boisterous voice, it became apparent that my unhurried demeanour was a problem here. “Leave him alone, Robert!” Boris then said in a venture to stick up for me. “Fine then!” Robert finally replied. “I really can’t stay here. I’m out.” At this point, it was certain that Robert was perturbed it was down to Boris and I to get to the root of the problem. “What’s the matter?!” Boris asked, clearly proving our thought patterns were similar just then. Robert just ignored him, however; he wasn’t prepared to give anything away.

“Come on, we’re your friends!” I said, more enthusiastic than I’d been in a while. “Please stop!” barked Robert. “I don’t want you to be affiliated in anyway!” By then, I was able to break it down; I had concluded someone else was involved. “Who is it?” I said in a straight tone. “Who is troubling you?” By the expression that beamed off Robert’s face, it appeared that I was right. “I’ve said too much, I’ve got to go!” he then replied, before quickly storming off. Verily someone was bothering him, but we didn’t know why, and more significantly, who. I arrived at my trench and gave Boris the necessary send-off before slumping off inside.

“Take my hand, dear” said my mother, in a futile attempt to get me out of the state I was in. I’ve known Robert from way back so seeing him like that really hit home. There was absolutely nothing I could do. "Please, dear" my mother then said. It appeared she was very worried about me. "You needn't worry" I responded, in an endeavour to reassure her.

I didn’t know anything regarding the case, but one thing was certain; it’s that I would not rest until I found everything out.

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#3:

Where The Storm Came From:

Chapter One:

Homecoming
Five tanks are rolling in the dust, with the red flag in the middle, tanks all around me are celebrating, but I don't.
Im supposed to be on the lookout for snipers, yet I'm goofing off. "Come on, start shooting at those snipe's!" I think.

I swivel my rail' around the corner and send a bolt straight through a wasp just as it catches fire. "Piece of tin" I mutter . Every single tank has one life in this game, it was his fault he wasted it on a wasp.

Just then all five tanks explode, I see the pellets of a shaft zooming all around, it happened so fast. In seconds I'm the only survivor, I stroll through the carcasses of my dead team members. I manage to get back the flag while the enemy is still reloading, I capture it right when a railgun line misses my hull by an inch.

I take cover behind a small building. "Quick, I need to get to high ground! and fast" I tell myself. I pull out of cover, snatch up a health box, and make my way up ramps to the top of the map.

Turns out I'm not the only one there, theres no time to think, I roll up next to the sniper and obliterate his puny little piece of tin. I do a 360 scan across the map and see three more tanks coming up to my little hideout, "get ready for a fight" I think as I'm reloading and mapping out my escape route. But before I can do anything else, I'm engulfed in flames, I jump out the side of the tower, 10 stories high. As Im falling the flamethrower guy is falling at my side, we both are spinning to the ground, but Im the only one who makes it; I fire a beautiful shot at him and the tank explodes as we continue to fall. Luckily I landed upright and now I roll as fast as I can to another safe hideout, just as ricochet pellets are missing all over me. My turret shoots parallel against my hull like an old pirate ship does. I smile in satisfaction as my enemy does a 360 flip from the explosion.

Five new players have joined since the sudden turn of events. Realizing this is far too dangerous for me, I prepare to leave the battle out of cowardice, but right before I do, I see a tank with a fully upgraded Shaft and Viking, "wait no, that isn't a shaft, nor a viking!" I think, I cannot recognize the turret and hull, but it sure looks deadly. I am leaving the battle right when I catch a glimpse of it's title. What I see next will be what destroys hundreds of great tanks, a legendary tank, one that has been the dominant of them a long time ago, and it has come back from the grave………..

The Leviathan

Remember, if you think your the best, don't be so sure..

To be continued next week…………

Moving on to choice #4:

Was a English assignment quite long ago...

Terrlandor. The worst place in history. Where dictatorship rules, hungrily. Nothing but torture is present in the daily basis of peoples’ lives.

Vicious, violent and venomous flames spat through the village houses of the city. No one could do anything but watch. Horrified, I gazed at the TV screen, watching the flashing headlines of the news. I was horrified and disgusted. People were screeching like bats in the dark as their houses were being burnt down. The poor villagers. They were always the victims of this horrendous torment. Our leader hated the villagers so he wanted to wipe them all out. This is because he wanted everyone to be urbanised. He hated the villages; he loved the city. This is due to his childhood; where he had lived in the village with his mother and father. His father was very harsh, he forbade him from crossing the border in which laid the city. Thus, as he lived his spiteful childhood, he had yearned to become a dominant leader who would live by the city and torture the villagers.

The work of the dictatorship ruling our city was dreadful. They had the power which no one was able to stand against (well, no one had ever tried). They enjoyed every moment of it; torturing the innocent villagers. All we knew about our dictatorship leader was that it was a man. No one had ever seen him before but his workers. This suffering was enough!

An idea crawled into my head. I had to meet the mysterious man who was overpowering us with torture and I had to question him of why he was doing so! Was all this worth it? Was there a reason behind his maliciousness?

It was long back, about 60 years ago; when our leader’s father was the dictatorship. They passed on their leadership to the heirs. We had harsh laws and terrifying punishments. Once a group of prisoners had gone missing from their cells in prison, no one knew what happened to them. They were never seen again, guards had declared that they had escaped and were never found. But everyone knew that it was just a distortion to cover up the concealed truth.

I headed outside to accomplish my goal. The grey, dreary clouds were disguising the sky like a spy. Lightning tore through the clouds as if it were in a race. Instantly, thunder boomed through the skies. BOOM! The ground shook. Acidic rain descended from the gloomy clouds. I hastily scurried under a shelter to prevent myself from getting soaked.

Time drifted past, the rain finally stopped. I headed towards the lake. Across the lake was where the leader lived. No one ever dared to cross as it was over flowing with guards. In silence, I crept into the lake and dived underwater. At the corner of my eyes I detected something which I’ve never seen in my life. I gaped at the skeletons buried deep into the lake. I was gob-smacked…

Now #5:

‘I cannot believe we got locked in! Locked . . . in a library!!’

‘Look, James, I’m not the only one who forgot time. You were so stuck in that game, you looked as if you’d slipped into a coma.’

James’s heart thumped at his chest, and – strangely – reminded him of what the old machine guns must have sounded like during the First World War.

‘You are letting your imagination run away with you,’ said Ben.

At that moment, a copy of ‘Worlds Greatest Tanks’ fell to the floor, followed by a copy of ‘Worlds Best Game’ by Tanki Online.

‘Crickey!!’ choked Ben, a knot of adrenalin bringing a tingle to his finger-tips (and, oddly, to his ear-lobes, too).

‘What? WHAT IS IT?!’ asked James.

‘I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!! Who would have thought it? Well . . . something is definitely odd about this place.’

‘Yes . . . yes . . . that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Ben!! We need to get out of here!’

‘No, no, no. Not until we have put these books in the correct order. I cannot believe our librarians would over-look this. Now,THAT is creepy!!’

‘I cannot believe this, Ben! We are stuck in this place all alone, and . . .’

‘Firstly, James, we are not ALONE. If there’s one place where a person is definitely NOT all alone, it’s a library. We are surrounded by computers here. I haven't even got my daily prize yet!!!!!

Suddenly, a SNAP, CRACK and a POP splits the coal-blackness. James and Ben felt the hairs on the nape of their necks stand to attention, as a desk-light turns on, painting surfaces in a sulphur-yellow wash.

‘Can I help you boys find a computer?’ said the resident librarian, eating her favourite bowl of cereal, Rice-Crispies ‘Librarians never sleep boys. Too many tanks to kill. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’

And that was when Ben noticed:

Miss ‘Resident Librarian’ cast no shadow.

#6:

Chapter 1: The Foreigner[/size]

May 25th, 2020. 1400-1500 Hours UTC.

It was May 25th. A great day for battles, especially with the x2 Battle Fund multiplier. Many happy battles were raging on, including the ever so often XP battle mode, which had just been implemented into the game. One XP battle, in sandbox, was receiving complaints from a few people, about the very annoying mult. A couple minutes later, once the moderators had gathered decent evidence, he was disconnected from the battle. "Nice job team." said Mr. Simone Keerov, pleased to see that he had such a talented team. It was then that a new situation, at 3:00pm occured. The Tanki team was getting a distress signal. Strangely enough, in the same battle. Little did the staff know that the next 3 months would be the most painful, struggle ever known to an online game.

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May 25th, 2020. 1400 hours UTC. In the Sandbox XP battle.

In that sandbox battle, a ferocious 2v2 XP battle was raging on. James and his friend, Alex, were badly beating the other team, 10-3, mostly as a result of the mult just taking boxes. A couple minutes later he was disconnected, as a result of being reported by his teammate and both James and Alex, who were wanting a real challenge. Abruptly, the battle slot was immediately taken by the usename of GodMode_DEAD. "Who was this weird person?" everyone inquired. He spawned, and it looked to be the weirdest tank ever seen. It was not one of the tanks from Tanki. Instead, its metal looked a little rustic, and looked to be a tank somewhat in the past. It looked fairly similar to a wasp, except it seemed to have filled in the gap in the wasp tank. It's turret was like a little stub, just like the shape of a tree stump (just a little skinnier) On the sides it had an odd symbol: A star with a circle around it. "What is this piece if junk metal?' asked Alex. James thought it looked vaguely familiar. Suddenly, a flashback: 'James was surfing the web, for any tank games he could find. Then he came across World of Tanks. He remembered how the long and seemingly endless the download seemed. After the agonizing download, he started happily playing it. The first tank he ever played though, was the T1 Cunningham.' James snapped back into reality. He looked at the mysterious tank. "Oh my gosh." He exclaimed. "That's obviously not from Tanki, that's a tank from...." Alex stared at his friend, James, waiting for him to finish the sentence, but instead he saw the bullet holes in the front hull of the tank. Then he felt it too, smashing into his side. The foreign tank, was shooting its rapid fire machine gun.

Coming Up #7:

Ghosts Vs Aliens: The age of Extinction

It was a sunny usual day in the Tanki Way Galaxy, young privates busy polishing their tracks, having their morning power-ups 'drugs'. Then gold boxes started appearing on various maps. But before anyone could grab these boxes, the message appeared-"The Ghost has tank the gold box". It became a huge mystery world wide. A few days passed by withing anything interesting and gradually the tankers forgot about the accident. Life went back to normal, The 26th issue of the tanki newspaper, the rusty barrels and everything usual.Then one day the virtual skies of every map turned RED. Dark anti-crystal boxes started raining. Any tank that dared to move was turned to ashes. There was terror and many maps crumbled like paper into giant black holes. Large Tank-flies appeared on the remaining maps. What were they? Extra-Terrestrial-Tanks! They were equipped with queer weapons. Paints that absorbed energy, Chemical Gas Weapons that melted the whole tank away, mines that could kill every tank on the map, Wrap Drive engines that could jump from map to map, some indescribable things which gave frights and haunted tank dreams. Only they knew what else they had up their sleeves. When the developers went to talk in peace, it was clear that they didn't want peace. They ate the developers and sent the tank tracks back as a sign of "The Extinction of Tankanity".

First they sent toys, we had a hard time but managed to survive. Then they sent Light tanks which reduced our numbers to half, we still held. But then they sent the Gladiator, armed in his bloody turret mask, brutal singularity(gravitational) flank and anti matter mines. The lubricant of thousands of innocent tanks was marking the path of its tracks on the ground. Then as a sign of war he shot into the sky a huge volley of nukes. At the sight of his fury, many privates left their posts and ran into their garages. But even before they went inside, they turned into molten metal. Then he roared his engines and filled the air with fear. Even the Clan leaders stood helpless watching young tanks melt. But suddenly something strange happen. The Gladiator as if he had seen a ghost, went wild and leaked fuel on spot. The Tanks world wide then got the answer to "The Ghost has tank the gold box" mystery. A Shadow of a rusted German Panzer, charging a solar beam, on top of a broken lighthouse. The old tank fired the beam on the Gladiator but he used wrap drive to flee. Then the shadow too melted away.

Researches world wide started searching for answers. A myth, a rural legend. According to that myth, Millions of centuries ago there existed a highly advanced civilization. But because of conflicts they split into two. One group took to the skies and swore to return only to destroy the terrestrial race. The terrestrials too prepared for war. They slept for ages to fight when the enemy returned. Now when the fliers came back the whole army will awake and the battle will raze for centuries. The dark crystal boxes already took the crystals of thousand innocent tanks and yet didn't stop. A small task force of the best Tommandos was sent to steal tech from both sides.

On its way to the ship of the crusaders, the Alpha squad encountered a patrol Howitzer. The brutal gun was standing near a pile of turrets. It aimed at them, hit the Battalion Commander and reduced him to a pile of pixels. A brave Captain uncovered his bayonet and drove right into the beast. The beast charged Life - Drain gun......

The end of Chapter one.

Want to find out what happen next? Did he kill the Howitzer or Did he end up as a "Tasty Snack"?

Find out what happen to the Brave Captain in Chapter two.

Stay tuned for Chapter two.

Please use spoilers. Your post is occupying a lot of space.

EDIT: Caution! Do not open the spoiler in my post.

Edited September 17, 2014 by I.WalkAlone

r_Destroyiah0 · September 17, 2014

May Everybody Please Vote on my Post Please

Kevred · September 17, 2014

Chapter One: The Plan

Lights Blazing. People Yelling. Guns Shooting.

No, it wasn't war. It was the celebration of the return of the prince. The Desert eagles now stood a chance in the war against the Forest Rats. Over five months, the two clans have been shooting, killing, sobbing. Many brave tankers were lost. Some were wounded and some were captured. And some lucky ones left the carnage, and never came back. The Rats just kept coming and coming. Finally, when all seemed lost for the Eagles, he returned. The son of Godmode, King of the Eagles, escaped from the enemy compound where he was being held. He came back, fire blazing in his eyes, rust on his armor, blood on his controls. He was not the little playful boy he was before. No. He was a great warrior, marked by years of suffering in the deepest dungeon of the castle of the Rats. He came back, bringing tales of killing and torture. He came back, swearing the enemy will pay for his mother's death. He came back, looking for revenge.

The next day, he told his father his plan to end the war once and for all. It was a daring plan, many will perish. But it was the only plan. The Desert Eagles cannot afford fighting anymore. The tank commanders were tired. The gunners were sick. The drivers were paranoid. The men would accept anything too end this inhuman situation, no matter how dangerous. So, slowly, the once mighty Eagles prepared for Zero Hour. They dusted the rust of their tanks, then covered them with camouflage. They made sure the crews knew exactly what to do. And then, finally, at sunset, said their goodbyes to their loved ones, left the security of camp, and set off for the enemy. They knew most of them would never return.

As they reached the perimeter of the enemy base, suddenly out of the darkness came a huge shape. Then all hell broke loose.

Edited September 18, 2014 by Kevred

sksbros · September 18, 2014

MYSTERY ON TANKMEN'S DAY

The unmistakable siren.The message in orange. The GOLD BOX. What players waited in vain ,battle after battle ,for the shining gold box to drop from the sky. All they needed was to get one of them, and other players will all be impressed.

Today is Tankmen's day, coincidentally a Sunday. Everyone is excited as the Tanki Devs have announced that there will be 100000 crystal gold boxes! Only 5000 of them will be available all day. Whoever got them will have their nicknames written on the chat on every server, as well as the battle and server they were in.

However, people noticed that not even ONE nickname was posed, although the Devs did confirm that they had updated the game.It was indeed a mystery......

What happened? To be continued in Chapter 2......

r_Destroyiah0 · September 18, 2014

Look Out Folks!

Chapter 2 of Where the Storm Came From

Is coming next week!

Edited September 20, 2014 by r_Destroyiah0

amtalhahansari · September 18, 2014

THE SHADOW

Chapter 1 - HERO REBORN

Once,I was a great warrior. No one dare to fight with me.I traveled many years in the desert in search of a worthy battle until I discovered the temples of shadows.The lock was a very difficult puzzle.I,somehow managed to solve it.By opening it I freed the demons of the other world.They rushed upon me,piercing my flesh,pulling out my soul,turning me into the shadow.And now,I was fighting against the demons i freed.

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Chapter 2 - LYNX (coming soon)

Great-Killer · September 18, 2014

"A New Combo"

Once there was a player who wanted to learn a new combo; so he asked his friends to teach him, his friends agreed but he also had a bad friend who wanted him to lose. He used to teach him wrong tricks then his other friend saw him he told him that why you doing that to him; what has he done to you. He replied; "He is stupid why are you teaching him" thewn his friend said if you don't want to teach him leave him i will teach him. Se he stopped teaching him, then after sometime his bad friend invited him to a battle and him to fight him & show him what he had learned. He agreed to him & he went to battle him. As he was not well prepared and his friend was expert in that combo he was winning and was humiliating him. His bad friend took his pictures and posted them then everyone was laughing; he was very dipperesed and thought i will leave tanki and change my name. He changed his name but his other friend stopped him as he was leaving tank his friend said i will teach you don't go. He was very nervous but he continued to learn. His friend realized that he was learning quick and was even better then him; he was surprised. After a few months when he as well became an expert his friend asked him to fight that player again then he was scared and said no. His friend said i will arrange a private battle tomorrow be there don't make me disappointed. As it was planned his friend made a battle of three rounds invited them both the bad player arrived but he was not showing up. The bad player was laughing at his friend. His friend invited him again & again but he was not coming; when they were about to leave he joined but with another combo that he used to use. His friend said change; but he said, "No! I will not change!!!" the battle started he was losing and the bad player was laughing at him. Round Onehad ended the bad player won. In the next round he changed his combo. Second round started they both were having a head to head fight but he was winning but when the battle was about to end the bad player drugged and said that they were pickup so it became a tie. In round three the bad player said how about 2 v 2. they agreed. the bad player invited his friend which to was a cheater himself. The round started but they said lets warm up. He saw that they were strong together. He asked his friend Stay back I will invite my other friend. The bad players also agreed when his friend arrived they were scared to see him. The bad player's friend siad we are gonna lose but he said don't worry i have a plan the fight started; the good side was winning but suddenly....

Edited September 22, 2014 by Great-Killer

The-Legendary-Killer · September 18, 2014

"The Clan"

Once there was a clan who used to win every battle.Noone knew where did they came from; they just used to joined the battle and win and one day suddenly i recieved an invite of that clan then i started to explore that clan but there was nothing posted noone used to chat. I was very bored but when I was about to leave I found a link at the bottom of the main page i went there i saw another link with a riddle too and there was also written solve the riddle to get pass.... I didn't knew what did that meant when I clicked on that link it took me to a chat room but it was password protected i tried a lot of words but non of them worked. I went back to the riddle tried to find out what it meant it took me alot of days to understand it but it was out of my reach then after a few days a was invited to a battle by a clan member there they gave me a hint they said join every battle to which we invite you, you will get hint in every battle. So I started to collect hints and words and then I finally figuared out that riddle but i didn't understand what did it meant. They also sent me a link when I went there and there were written server numbers and battle names with date and time. So when I went there they gave a letter and in every battle I found several letters in last they said now you know the letters complete the riddle to rearrange them then after a few hour I finally figuared out that riddle. I found the password when i went there i was surprised to see...

greyat · September 19, 2014

New World

Chapter 1

She had drifted through the depths of space for eons, apparently devoid of life. Now, though, there were unmistakable signs, all pointing at the fact that the ship Intrepid was inhabited once more. Her engines, cold for thousands of years, now glowed softly. The Intrepid’s cryogenic tubes, once full, were now empty. Their occupants had been awoken by pre-programmed instructions, which, though written nine thousand, seven hundred, and forty two years ago, functioned exactly as designed.

The passengers and crew, numbering in the hundreds, gathered in the bridge. In a few moments, they would receive the first word from their mother planet, Earth that they would have heard for almost ten millenia. A single thought was on the minds of many: How has our old home changed?

The holograph flickered to life. There were multiple messages from Earth; the captain selected the latest one. However something was wrong; the message was sent almost three thousand years ago.

Everyone’s attention shifted to the old man that appeared. Markings on his uniform indicated that he was a colonel in the Space Corps. There was silence as the colonel began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I come with grave news. A nuclear holocaust has wiped out most of Earth’s population, and also has irradiated the crust. The government has established underground shelters, but there are no radiation free food sources. As such, life will die out on Earth within the century,” said the colonel.

“Following established protocol, 42 more advanced ships have been sent after you, the Intrepid, in order to maximize the chance of the human species’ survival.”

“You are to follow your original mission parameters of establishing a sustainable colony on the planet NW3-LF13, in orbit around the star NW3. The planet has been shown to have a breathable atmosphere similar in content to Earth’s, and also has liquid oceans of water. The star is a G-type yellow dwarf, not unlike that of our own sun. Once your colony has been established, you should make attempts to initiate communications with your fellow colonists. Good luck, Intrepid,” said the colonel, giving a salute and turning away.

The captain turned off the holograph. A tense silence ensued, broken when the captain announced, “We will be arriving at NW3-LF13 in around two hours. Crew, please make preparations for entering orbit, and prime the landing craft and exploration vehicles.”

...

Some of the passengers returned to their quarters. Alexander, one of the passengers, was well familiar with the crew, and had noticed several of them missing. He approached the captain with the question. The captain replied, “Yes, I noticed too. There are nine crew members missing. They are not in any of the freezers, either. The interesting thing is, they had all been diagnosed with terminal illness on Earth, but the cryogenic freezers should have halted their diseases’ progression until they were defrosted.” The captain dismissed him, and Alexander busied himself in the days that followed studying agriculture.

One day, rummaging through the books in the library, Alexander discovered a ragged book with no title. Curious, he looked inside. It was a diary, the first entry dated to eight thousand, seven hundred, and forty two years ago - exactly 1000 years after their voyage had begun. The author was one of the missing crew members! His interest piqued, Alexander brought it to his cubicle, and began reading. What he found shocked him to the core.

(Slightly over 500 words)

r_Razkiller0 · September 19, 2014

The Ghost Tanker

once apone a time i was going to register in tanki online i register i was trying to keep my name razkiller its alwasys saying that the ghost tanker i8 was a little afraid so i keeped my name the ghost tanker i went to garage and i tried to buythings

what the hell i was having 500 crystals then also there where no items to buy it was franky i think that was net problem that was ok then i went to battle to fight i saw there was no one but still i can hear sound of tanks fighting i restarted my pc then also same thing i was al ittle neveros then i went to buy crystals i spend my money instead of crystals my score was up to generalssiomo

it was strange in chat i was trying to chat with my frnds i typed hi to my frnd he didnt reply then i again went to battle i saw three tanks where doing parkour i went to them to do parkour as i went near them they where none of them all of where disabled then i went back then i saw again that 3 tanks where doing parkour i left the battle i went in gold box match i saw gold box i was near to take iti run over gold box what the hell gold boxwas not getting me i went a little back and the gold box disabled it was strange

---to be continued later

by Razkiller

only 10000 crystals plz for more if you like this

Edited September 19, 2014 by r_Razkiller0

DarthvaderjonGTR · September 19, 2014

New World[/size]
Chapter 1[/size]
She had drifted through the depths of space for eons, apparently devoid of life. Now, though, there were unmistakable signs, all pointing at the fact that the ship [/size]Intrepid[/size] was inhabited once more. Her engines, cold for thousands of years, now glowed softly. The [/size]Intrepid[/size]’s cryogenic tubes, once full, were now empty. Their occupants had been awoken by pre-programmed instructions, which, though written nine thousand, seven hundred, and forty two years ago, functioned exactly as designed.[/size]

The passengers and crew, numbering in the hundreds, gathered in the bridge. In a few moments, they would receive the first word from their mother planet, Earth that they would have heard for almost ten millenia. A single thought was on the minds of many: How has our old home changed?[/size]

The holograph flickered to life. There were multiple messages from Earth; the captain selected the latest one. However something was wrong; the message was sent almost three thousand years ago.[/size]

Everyone’s attention shifted to the old man that appeared. Markings on his uniform indicated that he was a colonel in the Space Corps. There was silence as the colonel began.[/size]

“Ladies and gentlemen, I come with grave news. A nuclear holocaust has wiped out most of Earth’s population, and also has irradiated the crust. The government has established underground shelters, but there are no radiation free food sources. As such, life will die out on Earth within the century,” said the colonel.[/size]

“Following established protocol, 42 more advanced ships have been sent after you, the [/size]Intrepid[/size], in order to maximize the chance of the human species’ survival.”[/size]

“You are to follow your original mission parameters of establishing a sustainable colony on the planet NW3-LF13, in orbit around the star NW3. The planet has been shown to have a breathable atmosphere similar in content to Earth’s, and also has liquid oceans of water. The star is a G-type yellow dwarf, not unlike that of our own sun. Once your colony has been established, you should make attempts to initiate communications with your fellow colonists. Good luck, [/size]Intrepid[/size],” said the colonel, giving a salute and turning away.[/size]

The captain turned off the holograph. A tense silence ensued, broken when the captain announced, “We will be arriving at NW3-LF13 in around two hours. Crew, please make preparations for entering orbit, and prime the landing craft and exploration vehicles.”[/size]

...[/size]
Some of the passengers returned to their quarters. Alexander, one of the passengers, was well familiar with the crew, and had noticed several of them missing. He approached the captain with the question. The captain replied, “Yes, I noticed too. There are nine crew members missing. They are not in any of the freezers, either. The interesting thing is, they had all been diagnosed with terminal illness on Earth, but the cryogenic freezers should have halted their diseases’ progression until they were defrosted.” The captain dismissed him, and Alexander busied himself in the days that followed studying agriculture.[/size]
One day, rummaging through the books in the library, Alexander discovered a ragged book with no title. Curious, he looked inside. It was a diary, the first entry dated to eight thousand, seven hundred, and forty two years ago - exactly 1000 years after their voyage had begun. The author was one of the missing crew members! His interest piqued, Alexander brought it to his cubicle, and began reading. What he found shocked him to the core.[/size]

(Slightly over 500 words)[/size]

Nice ;) But why does it sound so much like Startreck and Man of Steel? Cool stuff ;)

applications · September 19, 2014

I saw only about 6 good ones -_-

Kevred · September 19, 2014

Chapter One : 10 Years Ago

There I was, rolling into the endless darkness of the Hall of Gods. Was I scared? Honestly, I don't know. All I knew was that if I let my guard down, I will probably be turned into monster food before I had the time to scream. What am I doing here, you may wonder? To know that, let's bring you 10 years in the past.

At that time, when all I thought about was candy filled clouds and peppermint flowers, the invasion was about to start. One sunny day in my little town, I was watching my mother plant apple seeds in our backyard's garden. My father had left when I was a baby, and left my mother all alone to take care of me and my sister, Anna. That's when my mother called me: ''Alexa, bring Anna inside, I think a storm is coming!''. And, like always, I listened and pulled my sister inside. I had the most wonderful mom in the world. She never got mad, and always had that beautiful warm smile, that smile that would make birds sing and flowers bloom when she passed by. As for my father, I don't think I ever saw him.I looked out the windows, trying to see the storm. I heard it before I saw it. It was a loud rumbling sound.I thought it sounded starn. Of course, I had no idea I was right.Soon after, I saw a huge black mass approaching. I immediately felt something was wrong. why was the storm cloud moving so fast? Why was it shaking? As it got closer, i realized it wasn't a storm. The mass was composed of hundreds,maybe thousands of black bombers. Soon enough, the town's sirens starting sounding. My mom came running back into the house just as the first bombs hit us. I heard my mom screaming, and I felt a unsupportable sharp pain in my back, right before I fell into unconsciousness.

Edited September 24, 2014 by Kevred

legobryk3 · September 20, 2014

Jeremy

By: legobryk3

Jeremy jerked awake. He had been dreaming of something- he couldn't quite recall what exactly. It bothered him that he couldn't. He felt as if it were very important, almost as if it was a divine message itself. He sighed, and dragged himself out of bed. Wiping the dribble of spit from his mouth, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. This dream bothered him very much; he now had a primordial itch to rediscover the story it told. As you know, there is nothing worse than not knowing. It is etched into the very instinct and existence of humans to want to know everything. Jeremy was no exception, and his greatest heroes were the ones that went in search of knowledge. He admired Columbus, for he had the courage and audacity to explore the unknown. He practically worshiped Neil Armstrong, and the Apollo missions for pushing mankind’s boundaries farther than had ever even been conceived. Now, don’t you forget that Jeremy, being the persistent bull that he is, is still pondering this dream during breakfast. Then after that, he ponders during school. He will eventually ponder during college lectures. He considers what the dream means. Could it be to love? To give? To learn? It is not until Jeremy takes his final breath that he will understand what his dream meant. This is the story of what he learned, and how he learned it. This is the story of Jeremy.

No.Game_No.Life · September 20, 2014

hm.... my current story is nothing compared to all these entries ........ wait 2 , 3 more days i will be back with my masterpiece edited

D.R.E.A.D.S.T.O.R.M · September 20, 2014

I sure wished I could've found my brother in his room. It would've saved quite a lot of time. He was supposed to be home 2 hours ago. I was hoping my mom would go out and look for him when she said,

"I need you to go find Jack for me"

"Why can't you go?" I replied,

"Because I'm on Jury Duty, I need to go in 5 minutes"

"Wow, perfect timing" I thought,

"Well, Bye!" I said,

"Bye!" she said,

Little did I know that that was the last I would hear from my mom in a long time.

I got on my bike and went over to where my brother my brother was most likely to be. It was a place called Oliver's Cave. It was a cave that had actual stalagmites and stalactites. I stopped when I saw a group of people. It looked like a bunch of 10 year olds and 4 grown ups. One of the grown ups muttered,

"This is Taking forever!"

Then a kid said, "Can I go home now?"

"SHUTUP!!" roared the leader,

That's how I knew that I wouldn't want to be found. I hid behind a stalagmite, or was it a stalactite? Whichever one was on the ground. I watched the group as they went through a small tunnel and disappeared. I got a little closer for a better look and noticed a large wooden door. What was a door doing in the middle of a cave? I saw them slip inside, I followed them through it and what I saw was completely out of the ordinary, we had just walked out of the cave but instead of buildings like their usually was, there was a large castle. It had watch towers about every 80 feet and had a HUGE drawbridge. It looked like some kind of thing you would see in a movie but here it was, right in front of me.

"What the..." I muttered,

All of a sudden I heard the drawbridge open. The men rushed the kids inside and the drawbridge closed. Just like that, my brother was gone.

I tried to go back the way I came but everywhere I looked, there seemed to be no way back through. There was no tunnel just a small rock outcrop in the cave. There was no way for me to get home.

Challenge	Start Date	End Date
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