[Issue 48] Contest: Tanki Mythology

[assolik 134]

Can any rank participate.

[Anonono 1,233]

Can any rank participate.

Yes.

[destroyer56super 33]

The only thing ik about him is that he is the biggest grammar Nazi in the forum

Actually, KillerGnat is an even bigger grammar nazi, he admits it!

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

Older if have time for this

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

I'll if have time for this

[Superlative 500]

Here's my entry:

497 words FYI. :D

 

 

 

Birth of Tanki's destruction: Origin (PT-1)

 

 

The two friends had been working on a project at the computer researching facility at Perm, Russia.

 

For 18 months, this project was in the mind of the duo seeking to refine every slight imperfection within the program. At the end of this long period, finally going to witness their creation in action, they loaded it up into their systems. As soon as the program was loaded it showed what it was made for: Brilliance. It started calculating several paint dimensions, it then started opening up files for paint designs. In a fraction of a second, it made a new paint.

 

There could not be many words for this paint, yet what they could come up with was only one word: Devil. Later, this paint would be called the ‘lord of the paints’.

 

Wolf and Karp without knowing what was going to happen in the next few moments got up from their seats embracing the other for their hard efforts in the past year and a half. In a sudden spur of moment, the screen beeped red followed by an alarming tone. Hearing this noise out of the blue, both witness what their program was doing. It was uploading itself to the internet. Three...two...one...

 

“WOLF CANCEL THE UPLOAD”, yelled Karp as he darted towards his computer to shut down the program.

 

Unfortunately, for them as the timer struck zero, they witnessed their invention send itself to the internet. What was even more disturbing was the fact that a copy of the files the duo had were also taken by the program.

 

This became a case of blues as the intention was to create a program that could design and test new things for Tanki without the game designers ever needing to waste long hours in front of their screens, but all this took a wrong turn.

 

Hope is a four-letter word that still hadn’t gone. Karp thought, “Maybe if we could track the location where the program was sending itself to...”

 

He said to Wolf, “We must meet SK91”. Wolf nodded.

 

Scene-2

SK91’s office, Tanki Online HQ, Perm, Russia.

 

As the duo enters the office, Semyon asks why they had come to meet him.

 

Karp tells, “Semyon we have got a problem. Karp and I have been working on a program for months now. This AI program is able to work three hundred percent faster than an average human...”

 

Semyon asked, “Still why have you come here?”

 

Karp went on, “We made a test run with this program. Everything went right. Until...”

 

“Until what?”

 

Wolf intervened, “Until it took our game files and uploaded itself to the internet”

 

Shocked by the words that had come out from the mouth of his fellow colleague and friend, Semyon Kirov, the community manager of the English community fell silent.

 

Breaking the silence Karp said, “With these files, he could become a god. He could become the name we gave him. Godmode_on”

 

To be continued...

 

 

 

 

 

This is not part of my entry. But this is how the story turns out:

 

Later godmode_on meets hogree (Lord Of Chickens) and starts selling chickens... then he builds a server that takes client-server data, alters it and sends it to tanki servers. That is how he is invicible. Also, he lets tankers kill him because if he doesn’t once in a while he would come under the radar of the TO team.

Had fun writing this. Mates, cya on the battlefield!

 

Bluelight1209 Signing off.

 

 

Edited February 13, 2016 by Superlative

[GeneralNemesis 497]

THE LEGEND OF Godmode_ON

In the great land of THE WEB, there lay a chaotic kingdom called tanki. Ruled upon by the tanki gods(the developers).It was run through some nominated leaders who were called the MODS.

Since the creation of tanki the residents kept fighting each other with tanks for the wealth held by the land, sometimes solo and other times as squads. In the old times they used to obey the mods but a time came when they realized that they are the ones who hold the real power and not the DEVS as they run the economy through their wealth. So, there started a rebellion known to the history as the 3000 tankers .Although the mods won yet the rebellion continued.

the DEVS who were blinded by their powers(and perhaps drank too much vodka that night), under the leadership of Semyon Kirov performed the ritual of KAZAKAZAPOPO. Through this ritual they awakened a 115 years old demonic tank called Godmode_ON. The evil powers he had knew no bounds, even his paint was made from the blood of devil himself after he defeated him in combat. Not only was it a nice covering but a protected him completely from close range turrets and 88% from all other known turrets.

Soon after his creation Godmode_ON rushed into a deathmatch battle and slaughtered many innocent residents. The residents faced defeat after defeat with only a few victories. Whenever someone managed to destroy him once he did reward him with 3 gold boxes.

The resident were demoralized but a few gave rise to new hope. They forged 2 new weapons out of nothing but pure genius .THE HAMMER, THE VULCAN .Godmode_ON did not have any protection against these. The residents, full of hope, marched forward but Godmode_ON went into hiding. Since then he has not been seen again...........

Even today when a tanker goes to a dm he fears the Godmode_ON might be waiting to annihilate him.

Word count=326

Edited February 11, 2016 by GeneralNemesis

[GeneralNemesis 497]

i dont think im gonna win but its my first entry so worth a try :D

[golden5648 1,686]

Percy Jackson readers will love this contest! :D

[Bugs.meeny 1,013]

 

                                                                 The Creation of Lag

The people were growing greedy. The Council of Devs did not know how to stop the endless cries for bigger sales or more gold. Theleader, Seymon, suggested smallers sales, to try to ween them off the excessive crystals, but his plan failed when the people tried to fight back by storming Mount Office. They needed another way. Over the next few years they tried many things, like removing crystal boxes,or lowering the chance of Goldboxes. They only made it worse. Then one day, a mysterious hunter strode though the doorway of the Office of Devs. He wore a black paint, and the Devs wondered from where this evil creature had come. He stepped up to the desk, and said, "I know how to end the greed and fighting below". Seymon gestured for him to continue, and the dark form again spoke, "I shall place a curse on tankers everywhere, limiting their abilities, and sometimes ruining their life". The Devs looked to Seymon, and Seymon said, "what would you want in return?" The black menace looked at him coldly and said, "I only wish to be a Newspaper Editor, so that I will gain hundreds of thousands of crystals for each article I write". Seymon looked confused for a moment until a Dev wispered something in his ear. Seymon chuckled slightly and winked at the Devs. He agreed to the hunters terms, and the evil being left. Seymon and the Devs were busy Hi-Fiving when the testers started rushing in the Office, screaming about the end of the world. The Devs ran to the testing room and saw to their horror the jumping/glitching that today we call lag. Seymon saw the power of the curse that the hunter had put on them, and he screamed, "IM going back to Moscow!". The Devs looked at him in shock, and one asked, "But sir, what of the V-log!?". Seymon wiped away a tear and said, " I'm sorry about the V-log, but during this terrible curse, my family needs me" and he left. The Devs didn't know what to do,  and were worried of the angry people who would come to them for revenge. They locked themselves in the Office of Devs, and would not listen to the pleading of the people, begging for them to fix the lag.

P.S. fixed. 

Bugs.

Edited February 9, 2016 by Bugs.meeny

[Zenyth 6,494]

 

                                                                 The Creation of Lag

The people were growing greedy. The Council of Devs did not know how to stop the endless cries for bigger sales or more gold. The

 

leader, Seymon, suggested smallers sales, to try to ween them off the excessive crystals, but his plan failed when the people tried to fight

 

back by storming Mount Office. They needed another way. Over the next few years they tried many things, like removing crystal boxes,

 

or lowering the chance of Goldboxes. They only made it worse. Then one day, a mysterious hunter strode though the doorway of the

 

Office of Devs. He wore a blacks paint, and the Devs wondered from where this evil creature had come. He stepped up to the desk, and

 

said, "I know how to end the greed and fighting below". Seymon gestured for him to continue, and the dark form again spoke, "I shall

 

place a curse on tankers everywhere, limiting their abilities, and sometimes ruining their life". The Devs looked to Seymon, and Seymon

 

said, "what would you want in return?" The black menace looked at him coldly and said, "I only wish to be a Newspaper Editor, so that I

 

will gain hundreds of thousands of crystals for each article I write". Seymon looked confused for a moment until a Dev wispered

 

something in his ear. Seymon chuckled slightly and winked at the Devs. He agreed to the hunters terms, and the evil being left. Seymon

 

and the Devs were busy Hi-Fiving when the testers started rushing in the Office, screaming about the end of the world. The Devs ran to

 

the testing room and saw to their horror the jumping/glitching that today we call lag. Seymon saw the power of the curse that the hunter

 

had put on them, and he screamed, "IM going back to Moscow!". The Devs looked at him in shock, and one asked, "But sir, what of the V-

 

log!?". Seymon wiped away a tear and said, " I'm sorry about the V-log, but during this terrible curse, my family needs me" and he left.

 

The Devs didn't know what to do,  and were worried of the angry people who would come to them for revenge. They locked themselves

 

in the Office of Devs, and would not listen to the pleading of the people, begging for them to fix the lag.

 

Bugs.

Yo, bro, why don't you do paragraphs.. ?

[omrot 2,327]

 

                                                                 The Creation of Lag

The people were growing greedy. The Council of Devs did not know how to stop the endless cries for bigger sales or more gold. The

 

leader, Seymon, suggested smallers sales, to try to ween them off the excessive crystals, but his plan failed when the people tried to fight

 

back by storming Mount Office. They needed another way. Over the next few years they tried many things, like removing crystal boxes,

 

or lowering the chance of Goldboxes. They only made it worse. Then one day, a mysterious hunter strode though the doorway of the

 

Office of Devs. He wore a blacks paint, and the Devs wondered from where this evil creature had come. He stepped up to the desk, and

 

said, "I know how to end the greed and fighting below". Seymon gestured for him to continue, and the dark form again spoke, "I shall

 

place a curse on tankers everywhere, limiting their abilities, and sometimes ruining their life". The Devs looked to Seymon, and Seymon

 

said, "what would you want in return?" The black menace looked at him coldly and said, "I only wish to be a Newspaper Editor, so that I

 

will gain hundreds of thousands of crystals for each article I write". Seymon looked confused for a moment until a Dev wispered

 

something in his ear. Seymon chuckled slightly and winked at the Devs. He agreed to the hunters terms, and the evil being left. Seymon

 

and the Devs were busy Hi-Fiving when the testers started rushing in the Office, screaming about the end of the world. The Devs ran to

 

the testing room and saw to their horror the jumping/glitching that today we call lag. Seymon saw the power of the curse that the hunter

 

had put on them, and he screamed, "IM going back to Moscow!". The Devs looked at him in shock, and one asked, "But sir, what of the V-

 

log!?". Seymon wiped away a tear and said, " I'm sorry about the V-log, but during this terrible curse, my family needs me" and he left.

 

The Devs didn't know what to do,  and were worried of the angry people who would come to them for revenge. They locked themselves

 

in the Office of Devs, and would not listen to the pleading of the people, begging for them to fix the lag.

 

Bugs.

Bruh.... can't read this... my eyes!!!!

[Bugs.meeny 1,013]

Bruh.... can't read this... my eyes!!!!

Get new eyes :D

[Bugs.meeny 1,013]

Yo, bro, why don't you do paragraphs.. ?

idk why it came out like that it wast like that when i was typing

[omrot 2,327]

Get new eyes :D

Good idea. Paragraphs look better

[HaloScorpionV2 438]

My Story:

*The Father shouts up the stairs, into Bobby's bedroom*

"Hey Bobby! It's past your bedtime!"

 

"Okay, Papa!"

*Bobby logs out of Tanki, and turns off the monitor*

 

*The Father opens the door, and walks in behind Bobby*

"Were you playing on that good-for-nothing tank game again?"

 

*Bobby shrugs*

 

"Sigh... Quickly brush your teeth and get into bed. I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story."

 

*Bobby reluctantly follows his Father out of his room, and into the bathroom*

 

 

*****

"Alright, you all cozy under there?"

 

"Yes Papa."

 

"Good. Now I haven't heard this story in a long time, your Grandpapa told it to me when I was your age... Or younger."

 

*Bobby rolls his eyes*

 

"Okay, so this is the story of an ancient Kingdom."

 

*Bobby sits up against the headboard of his bed*

 

"A long time ago, there was an ancient Kingdo..."

 

"How long ago?"

 

"What?"

 

"How long ago did the Kingdom exist?"

 

"Errr... Two thousand years ago."

*The Father continues with the story*

 

"The Kingdom was ruled by a jolly, pot-bellied King named Hemyon."

 

"What kind of name is Hemyon?"

 

*The Father shrugs*

"It's foreign. Now stop interrupting the story every three seconds."

 

"Yes Papa."

 

"Good boy. So the King was a jolly, old man, and his happiness spread throughout the Kingdom. Everyone was jolly and had very large tummies. They had a feast every week, you see."

 

*Bobby nods*

 

"Everything was peaceful, until the volcano that just so happened to be a few miles from where they settled, started to rumble. "

 

*Bobby gasps*

 

"The ground shook, and cracks that led straight into magma emerged every few feet."

 

*Bobby gasps a second time*

 

"Ashes fell like snow. Embers lit the thatched roofs of the houses on fire. Villagers ran around in circles with their arms flailing into the sky. Everyone was in a panic."

 

*Bobby gasps a third time*

 

"Then suddenly, out of the volcano, out flew a bird. An enormous bird, with talons as sharp as knives, glowing red eyes, and the tips of its feathers burning slowly like candles."

 

*Bobby gasps a fourth time*

 

"The bird vomited out lava all over the village. There were no survivors. Except King Hemyon. He took a secret passage out of his castle, and ran, with his belly flopping up and down as he panted out of his Kingdom."

 

"Then what happened, Papa?"

 

"The King returned to where the village once was a week later. There was nothing left, but a layer of igneous rock. Cooled lava, you see."

 

*Bobby nods*

 

"The bird was no where to be seen. The King shouted into the sky, shaking his fist."

*The Father speaks with a deeper voice*

"Curse you, Fire-Bird!"

 

"Fire-Bird, Papa?"

 

"Yes, Bobby. Your Grandpapa wasn't very good telling stories."

 

*Bobby rolls his eyes*

 

"And that's the end of the story. And now you can tell it to your children."

 

*Bobby shrugs*

 

"Good night, Bobby."

 

"Good night, Papa."

 

*The Father gets up off Bobby's bed, and turns out the lights*

 

 

Word Count: 500 :D

Edited February 10, 2016 by HaloScorpionV2

[Superlative 500]

My Story:

*The Father shouts up the stairs, into Bobby's bedroom*

"Hey Bobby! It's past your bedtime!"

 

"Okay, Papa!"

*Bobby logs out of Tanki, and turns off the monitor*

 

*The Father opens the door, and walks in behind Bobby*

"Were you playing on that good-for-nothing tank game again?"

 

*Bobby shrugs*

 

"Sigh... Quickly brush your teeth and get into bed. I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story."

 

*Bobby reluctantly follows his Father out of his room, and into the bathroom*

 

 

*****

 

"Alright, you all cozy under there?"

 

"Yes Papa."

 

"Good. Now I haven't heard this story in a long time, your Grandpapa told it to me when I was your age... Or younger."

 

*Bobby rolls his eyes*

 

"Okay, so this is the story of an ancient Kingdom."

 

*Bobby sits up against the headboard of his bed*

 

"A long time ago, there was an ancient Kingdo..."

 

"How long ago?"

 

"What?"

 

"How long ago did the Kingdom exist?"

 

"Errr... Two thousand years ago."

*The Father continues with the story*

 

"The Kingdom was ruled by a jolly, pot-bellied King named Hemyon."

 

"What kind of name is Hemyon?"

 

*The Father shrugs*

"It's foreign. Now stop interrupting the story every three seconds."

 

"Yes Papa."

 

"Good boy. So the King was a jolly, old man, and his happiness spread throughout the Kingdom. Everyone was jolly and had very large tummies. They had a feast every week you see."

 

*Bobby nods*

 

"Everything was peaceful, until the volcano they just so happened to be a few miles from where they settled, started to rumble. "

 

*Bobby gasps*

 

"The ground shook, and cracks that led straight into magma emerged every few feet."

 

*Bobby gasps a second time*

 

"Ashes fell like snow. Embers lit the thatched roofs of the houses on fire. Villagers ran around in circles with their arms flailing into the sky. Everyone was in a panic."

 

*Bobby gasps a third time*

 

"Then suddenly, out of the volcano, out flew a bird. An enormous bird, with talons as sharp as knives, glowing red eyes, and the tips of its feathers burning slowly like candles."

 

*Bobby gasps a fourth time*

 

"The bird vomited out lava all over the village. There were no survivors. Except King Hemyon. He took a secret passage out of his castle, and ran, with his belly flopping up and down as he panted out of his Kingdom."

 

"Then what happened, Papa?"

 

"The King returned to where the village once was a week later. There was nothing left, but a layer of igneous rock. Cooled lava you see."

 

*Bobby nods*

 

"The bird was no where to be seen. The King shouted into the sky, shaking his fist."

*The Father speaks with a deeper voice*

"Curse you, Fire-Bird!"

 

"Fire-Bird, Papa?"

 

"Yes, Bobby. Your Grandpapa wasn't very good telling stories"

 

*Bobby rolls his eyes*

 

"And that's the end of the story. And now you can tell it to your children."

 

*Bobby shrugs*

 

"Good night, Bobby."

 

"Good night, Papa"

 

*The Father gets up off Bobby's bed, and turns out the lights*

 

 

Word Count: 500 :D

Lol.

[HaloScorpionV2 438]

Lol.

thanks for actually reading my stupid little story ^_^

[KillerGnat 3,135]

GodMode_ON

 

 

 

It is with a heavy heart that I give my recount of the happenings all those long years ago. When the world of Tanki was in its first stages of growth. Certain things have come up though, which have made it necessary to give the truth.

 

It happened many years ago, during the hardest battles against the lags and hackers. I was there, in the middle of it all. The people of Tanki were leaving. Too long had hackers been ruining their lives, and the time had come for something to happen. The gods in their abode atop mount Perm, deliberated over what they should do. Their warriors were spent, and defeat seemed inevitable. All was lost, until he came. He was nothing special in the eyes of the gods, only a small warrior from earth, granted immortality after a favor done for a lesser god. But through much discussing, he persuaded the gods to give him command of the last army, for one final stand against the hackers. Boldly they marched out against their foes, with their leader at the forefront, charging so gallantly, we thought, to their death. All was quiet in the fortress, everyone walked as though in a daze, straining their ears to hear any sounds of battle from without. Then, in an instant, a mighty horn blast was blown, sending us all into a frenzy. It was the army returning. In victory or defeat we knew not. The gates flew open, and the victorious commander rode in on his steed. The city around us burst into songs and laughter. The hackers had been defeated, and the lags vanquished. The commander was given the title of Protectorate of Tanki. 

 

In the years that followed, when hackers once again slinked back after their defeat, the hero, now known as GoodMode_ON, rode out with his band of followers to drive them out again. His fame spread throughout the entire land of Tanki, and many songs were sung about his bravery. 

 

But alas, all good things must come to an end. I know not how it started, but rumors began circulating about GoodMode. He was beginning a revolt against the gods, some people said. Others stated that he was in fact a hacker in disguise. These whispers did not go noticed by the high council, and they went in session to discuss the young hero. After many long days of heated debate, the final verdict was revealed: GoodMode was banished from the realms of Tanki for high treason and fraternizing with hackers. How the high council came to these discoveries, no one knew, but GoodMode was soon escorted outside the city with an armed guard. As they left him on the outer boundaries of Tanki, he declared "You'll regret this!" The guards took no notice of this threat, and sent him away into the wild. 

 

All was well again in Tanki, for many years, until rumors of a new threat, more terrible even than hackers or lags, arose. A human had been seen. His power was unmatched, and no person had yet been able to stop him. His name was GodMode_ON.

 

 

*****

 

Wordcount: 522

 

 

 

I don't really care if I win or not, but that was extremely fun to write. I went and read some Greek Mythology books before I started just to get in the mood  :D. Great contest TNT.

Edited February 10, 2016 by KillerGnat

[KillerGnat 3,135]

 

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Once upon a time, In the MMO of tanki there was made a turret called Twins. The twins was made to be used by recruits, it was only to be used at M0. There were M1s M2s and M3s. These were jokes. They weren’t actually possible to buy until... A tanker named KillerGnat bought the twins M1. But nothing happened. He sat for awhile staring at his screen, waiting to see the tank equip the Twins M1. It never did. After 5 flabbergasting minutes he decided to PM the god of tanki called Devs.  He didn’t get an answer but, the next time he came to check his garage he notice that he was equipped with the ThunderM1 HunterM1 and Jaguar paint. He amazed at the power of the ThunderM1 and used it with the HornetM1 because he prefered speed. Devs added the Twins’ modifications into the MMO  because he knew that if tanker see, tanker do. 

 

Sincerely

 

U is hy6, k  :P.

[Zenyth 6,494]

 

I don't really care if I win or not, but that was extremely fun to write. I went and read some Greek Mythology books before I started just to get in the mood  :D. Great contest TNT.

 

good job 

I think we have our winner right there

[KillerGnat 3,135]

Thank you  :D. I hope I at least get a consolation, because I wasted twenty minutes writing this when I should have been finishing my English essay  :ph34r:.

Edited February 10, 2016 by KillerGnat

[tankmaster272 51]

Godmode_On

This story starts off a long, long, LONG time ago. Twas the year 1901, and there was a god that pushed through and rose to power. this god had powers that no other god had. sure Zeus is the god of the sky and could control the weather, and poseidon rules the sea, but godmode was different. he could foresee the future. He looked into the future and foresaw a great game being made and developed. godmode wanted to be ruler of the game that was to be known later as tanki online. he joined a forum that was yet to be made, calling himself Godmode_On concealing his true identity, and he waited…

godmode_On waited impatiently for more than 100 years, and finally, as he foresaw, tanki online was made. godmode no longer desired anything else, but to be king of tanki online. from that day on he began to purge tanks, but not without a sacrifice of his own, for if some poor soul managed to kill him, he would offer a hefty 3000 crystals in the form of 3 gold boxes. many tankers desired these crystals and many stepped up to the plate to challenge him, but very few succeeded. remember he is a god, and a god can manipulate things, so it is very hard to kill one. to make it hard for challengers to beat him he made a paint. this paint was made of the blood of challengers and other gods that fell before him. this paint had 88% protection from all torrents. to make sure that godmode could annihilate as many tankers as possible he appeared in the form of three ranks:  genralisimo, marshal and leutenant colonal. 

 

Godmode_On continued to destroy tankers and rule tanki until it just got a little boring.  he offered tankers a chance to use his paint and see the true beauty of it, but without the protective attributes, and he made a new paint.  AND he revealed that he was also the ruler of other games; tetris, mario brothers, and minesweeper. there has become speculation that godmodes identity was Nikolai Kolotov.  he tells us all to remember him. after that we never saw him again. godmode foresaw the future of tanki and new that he had to give his position up soon. some time later hammer, and vulcan turrets were released. godmode knew that he could not  stand against these, as his paint did not offer protection against them. so the story ends here folks where godmode is now a god of the past.

 

thank you for reading my story, i hope you like it!

word count: 436

Edited February 10, 2016 by tankmaster272

[Zenyth 6,494]

 

 

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[tankmaster272 51]

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