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Entry for picture #3 - word count 81 words

 

In Polygon did the rail gun hunt,

His rank and crystals he’d like to shunt.

With armour boosted and weapons times two,

Who could stand against? None! that’s who.

Yet with his tank all blue and pokey,

Came a little wasp and smokey.

Around the corner his prey did sit,

He swung around and shot – A Crit!

But Vikings so very stable,

Would this wasp really be able?

Did the wasp bask in glory?

I don’t know – you finish the story.

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Picture 1

 

As the white-painted (or is that Reporter? idk) tanker sits on the floor of the map, he sees Darren4Turbo, without using his mind, drive off the side of the map (to self-destruct). This certain Marshal-ranked guy sees the Colonel fall down- and down- and down, but not self destruct. Our main character raises his eyebrow as Darren tries- and fails (quite funnily at that)- to self-destruct.

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Picture Number 2:

A hunter drove through the silent street

Wondering where the gold box is

For years, he was finding it

but he never caught it free

He was still in his dreams

when a bright light shone on him

he looked up

it is the gold box!

He quickly drove through the streets

Ignoring the bullets shot at him,

then finally, he saw it,

glowing in brightness,

"oh goodness, I found you!"

The hunter squealed in delight.

Like a maniac he rushed to the gold box with all him might

and when he got it

his face shone like gold.

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Picture 2:

 

Once upon a time, furious clash between

the two teams The Destroyer Red and the 

Overpowered Blue started. The stars began

to blaze abruptly, sky got covered with dark 

clouds, scrutinized like even Gods favored the 

Clash between the two. God proclaimed that the 

mysterious box filled with powers was to come

forth. It was the time to prove what they competent

for. The next moment, it appeared, all rushed to be 

the Chosen One, elites of both team, jumped 

from top, parkouring all the way, and combating.

But, a mere guy, who had no ambition became the

Chosen One.

 

100 words.

Edited by Sparsh12
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trying to recreate my   post I

stupidly edited.

 

Picture 3:

A lone tanker discovers that after killing his last enemy and barely making it out alive with a lagging computer in the infamous Polygon for his  final rank up, he has a single xp point left. He then looks for an enemy but what meets his eye shocks him.A  m3 smoky-hornet which went by the name of yisroelyabin  stares at him menacingly taunting him to shoot.The tanker uses  double armor salvaged from the previous fight and presses 3  while yisroel delivers a nasty critical .As they both look on each other,its unsure who will kill who . 

 

99 words

Edited by Ash_Kenton
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I took picture 2.

 

This Hammer – Wasp combination is just like someone who fled out the slow tanks and took a faster one. Sadly enough, he just fall in a hole, named lagg. Lagg means you cannot take supplies, but you have to accept it. Then… a rare goldbox dropped. The light Hammer with the real metal inside, speeded up, and found the place. Some others founded it too. That are the vikings, hard and not that slow. They pushed that Hammer placed on Wasp from both sides, he was just like an anvil. He didnt gave up, but sadly couldn’t take the goldbox.

 

Made by Infiltrater

 

It are exactly 100 words

Edited by Infiltrater
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It's one of the unhappiest moments someone has ever experienced in life.  Just a blink of an eye, and he's gone!! Who thought  a tragedy like this would occur in such a happy day?? While one is falling into the borderless dark,the other one is repeating endlessly: THIS IS NOT REAL!!! THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!!!

Inside that steel machine, a river of tears is flowing from the eyes of the tanker, who realises that his life is now meaningless without his friend, who was like an entire family for him…

 

 

 

FOR PICTURE 1

 

90 WORDS. Hope you like it!

Edited by Andrei_D12
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Memories - Picture 1

A solacing memory illuminates my mind. My vision fades; darkness surrounds me. I perceive something nostalgic. A familiar voice sings about the sweet air.

 

Hello there!  

 

I turn back. A bleary image floats around me. It slowly intensifies, and I behold someone.

 

You.

 

My heart pauses as tears run down my face. Thunderstruck, I run towards you. My vision blurs away.

The lost memory of you returned.

 

I sit in a dark patch of barren land, helplessly watching you fall into an endless trench. I can only cherish stray memories.

 

You'll always be my friend. I'll always stand beside you.

 

Word count = 100 

Edited by Ambitious
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Picture 2 – 98 words

The loss of point A pales in comparison to the gleam of gold, snatched from the larger tanks by the nimble and quick orange hammer.  Will he escape destruction, or will he be consumed by the fiery effluvium coupled with the Gatling gun efficiency of the double armored enemy?  Or will his ricochet support be enough to stave off the inevitable graying of the orange hull?  The swirl of colors will confuse the mind as he uses precious milliseconds to determine his next move and direction, but the satisfaction of acquiring the gold box will salve his wounds.

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THIS is  the DESCRIPTION for Picture 1:

 One winner, one loser. All lie within oneself. The snappy rail in the above image, darren4turbo, see's no one else but it's own reflection. At the top, as a winner, who went through falls in life.

 

 

And falling is another way to fly "-- Emilie Autumn

 

Life has ups and downs, falls and pushes, and to be the king, he has to fly up push away the devil of comfort,the loser inside. To get the sumptuous place. In the end, Darren accomplishes and see's the end of his failure, which gets lost in the darkness.  

 

Number of words: 95

Edited by sachitt_ur_man
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Picture 1: Fall to Hell

 

I, The loving Tanker, Got pushed Inmensly strong by betrayed friend. But thats First, Second what aws going to happen to me. Get Self-Destructed or Go to Tank-Hell. Well its a 50-50% so,

I was falling for 2 minutes wondering if i had tea, and, and

I herd a noise that made me shiver, AND all I HERD was "Dar---e..n Come to Mr Fire" In a SPooky WAY.

My body shivered so much i was going to explode into a million peices.

I wondered of my mum , Mrs. Daren, my dad Mr Daren and my brothers Daren1, Daren2 and i though.

Nothing else would safe me if I FIX MY INTERNET and stop lagging so I fixed it and guess what Self-destructed. And I was so happy that I missed 3 Golds and i was like :/ cya but still i survied that spooky, shivering, blood thirsty Tankeil.

 

 

:D

 

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Picture 2:

 

Being a wasp is hard,

You get pushed around and called a 'tard'.

 

With low protection,

it is hard to collect them (crystals),

so when the gold falls,

you get tossed into the walls,

and the vikings take over.

 

But sometimes, being fast is key,

to get the gold to come to thee.

But when you lag,

you think all are fags

when they steal the gold box from you.

 

70 words, hope mine wins!

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Picture #1

 

Wisps of white light weave through the wind; A wavering voice threads the hemlines along the edge of the fabric of space and time.

 

A fair faced fighter ventures forth to look… and slips, his heartbeats rippling at the sight of a twin -

 

A beautiful sprite mirroring his soul (sole) muse! What wondrous, fine, fluid, flippant form - spellbound!

 

Alas! If only he could touch…

 

Fragile illusion in time fathoms the dust, to take root in the ground of reality as a flower, snow white –

 

The Narcissus – perennial echo of a grave farewell.

 

Words: 94

 

P.S: I tried to do a parallel between the Greek myth of Narcissus and Echo and Picture 1 since what struck me first was the mirror effect in the pic. In the process I’ve managed to take away Darren’s identity (including gender :o), make Supratikbora out to be an incurable narcissist and in the end kill them both – sorry about all that, nothing personal ;)

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Picture 1

 

I hate Darren4Turbo. He flipped me in the last battle. We'll see who will have the last laugh. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........ My plan will be to knock Darren off the map during a gold box. The siren turns on, signifying that there will soon be a gold box. Now's the time to strike. He drives toward the edge of the map, where Darren is. This is my revenge... This...Is...SPARTA!!!! He shoots Darren4Turbo off the map right as the gold drops. As Darren falls, he shouts "NOOOOOOOO". This is only the beginning of the story of revenge...

 


Word Count : 98 in total

Edited by BlueNinja1027
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Dark.Shado is playing on map called Polygon, but... What is this?

Gold Box! It's falling from the sky and touching the ground...

What? Dark.Shado can't catch it!

Gold Box is still on the ground and Dark.Shado with his Hammer, Wasp and Orange paint is going to cry...

Vadimko1 wearing his Rustle paint and Svd-oost with his Emerald are pushing Dark.Shado.

Dr.Doom with his M2 combo is only looking on the Gold.

Dark.Shado is still trying to get it, but his chances are still smaller and smaller.

His chance died.

- @Patokus

89 Words

 

 

Comic sans... no. just no.

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I watch in despair as my teammate slowly suffocates in the infinite abyss of pain and suffering. 

Who could have committed that atrocious crime?

The oil in my drive system seethes with a pure hatred, deeper than the bullets that I will sink into those responsible for such torturous deaths.

With a godlike surge of force, I grind my gears.

My treads rip into the soft grassy terrain.

My engine,

roaring like a restrained lion with its prey

just out of reach.

Cutting, smashing, annihilating those demonic tanks.

Finally. cornered, with the sounds of vacuum cleaners surrounding me,

I jump

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exactly 100 words (and a bunch of symbols....)

I hope I win cause I want some m2/m3 stuff! GL everyone.

 

This is for the first image.

And in case you don't speak fluent ascii art. That is a tank falling from a ledge.

Edited by PWNER101
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picture 2

  

 the gold box has dropped but he is waiting to go for it everyone is trying to get it but he keeps them away then the enimies come in and start to attack they fight back he still resists the urge to get the box but its to hard his teammates probaly are telling him to get it but he doesnt he just keeps on waiting

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Picture #2

 

The following paragraph is for the one and only picture number two:

     

     YES! DONE NEXT! Wait... what? How? The gold box should be mine... WHAT DID I DO WRONG! Am I too greedy? Well then... I have a one in... whatever that number chance is to get another one. AM I RIGHT?! I need a hug...

Oh, my Internet is not working properly... NO!

 

Word Count: 51

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