[Issue 48] Contest: Tanki Mythology

[Superlative 500]

thankyou!

I'd suggest removing the dark colour to something readable.

 

Dark Colour + Dark Background (Black) => Strain in the eyes. 

Edited February 10, 2016 by Superlative

[tankmaster272 51]

I'd suggest removing the dark colour to something readable.

 

Dark Colour + Dark Background (Black) => Strain in the eyes. 

thx i fixed it!

[DragonOfStorms 2,706]

good job

I think we have our winner right there

Don't worry, mine is coming soon!

[Superlative 500]

thx i fixed it!

Good job. 

[Zenyth 6,494]

Don't worry, mine is coming soon!

omg

KG and DoS = pro english

Edited February 10, 2016 by Zenyth

[DragonOfStorms 2,706]

omg

KG and DoG = pro english

ya, we so pro, we like totul boses, o but me name is DoS not DoG, get rite bro

[Zenyth 6,494]

ya, we so pro, we like totul boses, o but me name is DoS not DoG, get rite bro

Slip of the keyboard I guess! :P

[assolik 134]

Are we supposed to leave a word count. If so does it count as your entry? :0

Edited February 10, 2016 by assolik

[tankmaster272 51]

Are we supposed to leave a word count. If so does it count as your entry? :0

you do not have to leave a word count but i recomend that you do to lesson the load of thier shoulders of having to count all the words

[assolik 134]

When do the winners get their crystals?:o

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

I am going to not win but anyways here is my entry TNT. I just wanna get as many crys before the sales so maybe I can get something on the sales. Anyhow, please go on and read this pointless cluster of words that is overly dramatic.

 

 

The existence of lags

Once upon a time, in tanki, there used to be an age when there was not a lag nor scammer to be found. The time of peace. Often forgotten about, this time is known as Tanki's golden age, where the developers of this game were neither selfish nor making bad updates. It was the time when new equipment was introduced, the Hornet, paints with protections Isidas and Hammers. Everyone who played the game found it most delightful, and so the runnet award was deemed upon this game for 2013, the Runnet prizes, then, then it all changed.

Now Tanki is ravaged by people with hot heads and extreme lags. Coming close its fall, this game has now been destroyed by lag. The veterans that used to be in this game, now replaced by hordes of buyers who know nothing better than drugging. Those who had the will power to stay in this game have been pushed away because of the lag. After these dark times, full of lag, but what can players do against developers? But fear we should not. Hope is not lost on this day, Tanki will rise again, back to its golden age, or so most hope, for as the lag transmits itself through every computer, every player every game, people leave, everyday, with the hope, that soon their return will be greeted by the good news of hope, which is probably gone for good. Tanki..... What are you doing?

 

[tousif_the_master 2,240]

                                                                   A MAN WITH SUPER POWERS IN TANKI

 

Many centuries ago in tanki land a tanker was born when he born all tanker there was seeing a paint it was a other paint nobody saw and when the tanker comes he said ``I am godemode_on`` he slowly slowy growed up and he became and power full tanker many tanker cant beat him and he became the king of tanki land and he got evil paint than he disgiuse him self as a common tanker and he was not foundable small ammount of tanker saw it after he was not foundable and now he is the most powerfull tanker in tanki land

Edited February 11, 2016 by tousif_the_master

[Lethal_Injection 586]

Hello everyone, here is my entry. I hope you enjoy it! Excluding the title and this short foreword, my story is 523 words long.

 

 

The Origin of Firebird

 

 

An ancient army marched its way towards its ultimate goal: to  find the end of the earth, and with it the promise of an unimaginable paradise and an eternal life. Many kingdoms had sent their armies in pursuit of this grand prize, but they all knew only one could claim it. Shrubs and grass had long since given way to barren rock and sun-scorched earth. There was not a sign of life of any kind. A jagged mountain range composed entirely of volcanoes, some spewing molten rock and ash, was visible on the horizon.

Suddenly, the commander halted his mighty army; an excited murmur swept through the ragged troops. On the horizon, the distant silhouette of another army was faintly visible, a stark contrast against the barren land through which they marched. Silently, the commander signaled his lieutenants to move their columns into an attack formation.

The armies approached each other and clashed. A thunderous noise erupted around the battlefield as war chariots raced across the desert, swords clanged, and spears were thrown. Occasionally, a lucky archer found a chink in his target’s armor, and he would fall without making a sound.

Row after row of men marched to their deaths. The battle raged on, seemingly without end.

Suddenly, a gigantic fissure opened in the ground below the soldier's feet. Some were swallowed by the gap immediately. A creature never before seen emerged from the gap. It was covered in scales, and it flew on its giant, leathery wings. It was a dragon, but nothing like the ones that the soldiers had heard about as children from their mothers.

The dragon did not open its mouth, but as it gazed down upon the now trembling soldiers, it’s voice was heard clearly across the once-active battlefield.

“HOW DARE YOU FIGHT IN THE SACRED REALM!”

The creature proceeded to open its maw and produced a giant column of flame, directed right at the soldiers. Many were vaporized instantly. Others fell, screaming, as the flame had set their armor alight.

Those who were not in the immediate vicinity of the flame scrambled. They ran, retracing the long march to the hell that they fought in. When they returned to their respective kingdoms, they told stories of the giant creature, burning everything in sight. The awed scribes and clergymen of the kingdoms took note of this, and the creature was worshipped as a deity from then on.

Centuries have passed. The very concept of war has not changed, and it never will. Likewise, the legend of the dragon and the battle on that fateful day never died. It stayed with the people, embedded in nursery rhymes, and inscribed in the Ancient Books. As technology progressed it became every engineer’s dream to create a weapon that could mimic the legendary dragon.

Finally, the efforts of the engineers began to bear fruit. Generations have passed, and now tanks ruled the battlefield. Technology was finally ready to be melded with mythology. Their creation was a turret that could scorch everything in its vicinity while setting its targets alight. It was a fearsome, awe-inspiring sight on the battlefield. Its name: Firebird.

Edited February 13, 2016 by Lethal_Injection

[RGstorm 3]

YES! I FINALLY HAVE IT! the tanker slowly put his mouse onto the numbers... "6000" and clicked. HE HAD IT! titan m1 as it sparkled in his garage mounted under his precious firebird. he went staight into battle and 10 minuted late he had reached his new high score:   kills 2    deaths 19 d/l  0.105    Then he heard it... the siren... he knew what it was... a... GOLDBOXhe rushed into the middle onto the spot and waited as plasma bolts and pellets smashed into his turrets until KABOOM. his chasis went up in flames as others rushed up to get the gold... 

He Left The Game.

nowadays what remains of him lays rusted up in the middle of a desert.

[GeeVuh 1,647]

A Warrior Of Flames

      As the day drew near to its end, the Lone Warrior stood. As he guarded closely his new weapon, he heard a rustle near to him. "Who is it?" He uncovered his Vulcan from behind him and blasted the bushes apart. Boom. He smirked. "Why hast thou come?" A deep voice from amongst the trees spoke. "I have returned to defeat this 'Lone Warrior' who is terrorizing the land. The Lone Warrior chuckled. "Ha, terrorizing? I believe I've done more 'Saving' in my days. I have protected this land from villains like thou for a decade. Do not make me laugh, evil one." The one who spoke before answered, "I never said I was evil, either. Thou hast given our village a bad impression, although." "Who are you?" The Lone Warrior heard a soft thump behind him. He turned around, but saw nothing. "Where are you?" The voice took no notice of his questions, only replied, "This was our land, before you took it from us. I am the Dragon Of Zarcoza. I make myself visible only to those I want." A golden dragon appeared in front of the Warrior. He spoke again. "If you can defeat me, I shall reward you with a weapon." The Warrior, whose name was Joshua, spoke. "What is this weapon?" The Dragon spoke yet again: "I shall tell thou once. I breathe fire from my mouth. If thou can decapitate me, I shall giveth to thee a weapon: My Head." They at once began the battle. As Joshua looked on, he saw the other men of his village crawl towards the dragon. He motioned with his hand for them to hide. He jumped towards them with a purpose.  He whispered, "When thou have a chance, chop off its head." He jerked around, and the bullets of his M3 Vulcan clanged off of the dragon's scales. The dragon leaped towards him and breathed his fire. He dodged by a hairsbreadth. He jolted in reflex.  He removed his other weapon from behind him. It was an M4 Railgun, with no piercing penalties. As he prepared to fire, he faked a malfunction in the turret. As the dragon laughed and approached, the Lone Warrior yelled his battle cry and jumped towards him. "For my deceased father!" He shot; yet the dragon had only one weak spot: the band of fire around his neck. Joshua shot into the Warrior of Zarcoza in the chest. Clank. He was awed at the power of the dragon and retreated. The dragon asked him, "Hah, thou art finished? Thou was not even as skillful as the other men I have eaten." Joshua leaped back in front of the dragon and kneeled. "I shalt resign. Kill me." As the dragon laughed, Joshua heard a low voice behind him. "Duck." He did so. Slash. It was over. "I shall keep my promise, though your victory was unjust." The head swirled into the air. "I shall speak no more." It formed into the Firebird XT, then dropped in front of Joshua. "Thank you." Ever since, none have been able to recreate this weapon. The simple Firebird was the product.

 

 

Word count, not including title: 524  :lol:

 

Well, that's all! Hope I win!  :rolleyes: Those 30k Crystals would surely help my saving for M2 Wasp.

Edited February 13, 2016 by GeeVuh

[Zenyth 6,494]

 

A Warrior Of Flames

      As the day drew near to its end, the Lone Warrior stood. As he guarded closely his new weapon, he heard a rustle near to him. "Who is it?" He uncovered his Vulcan from behind him and blasted the bushes apart. Boom. He smirked. "Why hast thou come?" A deep voice from amongst the trees spoke. "I have returned to defeat this 'Lone Warrior' who is terrorizing the land. The Lone Warrior chuckled. "Ha, terrorizing? More like 'Saving'. I have protected this land from villains like thou for a decade. Do not make me laugh, evil one." The one who spoke before answered, "I never said I was evil, either. Thou hast given our village a bad impression, although." "Who are you?" The Lone Warrior heard a soft thump behind him. He turned around, but saw nothing. "Where are you?" The voice replied, "This was our land, before you took it from us. I am the Dragon Of Zarcoza. I make myself visible only to those I want. And I want to to you." A golden dragon appeared in front of the Warrior. He spoke again. "If you can defeat me, I shall reward you with a weapon." The Warrior, whose name was Joshua, spoke. "What is this weapon?" The Dragon spoke yet again: "I shall tell thou once. I breathe fire from my mouth. If thou can decapitate me, I shall giveth to thee a weapon: My Head." They at once began the battle. As Joshua looked on, he saw the other men of his village crawl towards the dragon. He motioned with his hand for them to hide. He jumped towards them with a purpose. He made it seem as if he were dodging the breath of the dragon. He whispered, "When thou have a chance, chop of its head." He jerked around, and the bullets of his M3 Vulcan clanged off of the dragon's scales. The dragon leaped towards him and breathed his fire. Joshua felt the heat of the blast next to his ear. He jolted in reflex. He heard a low voice behind him. "Duck." He did so. Slash. The men had done as Joshua had asked. It was over. "I shalt keep my promise." The head swirled into the air. "I shall speak no more." It formed into the Firebird XT, then dropped in front of Joshua. "Thank you." Ever since, none have been able to recreate this weapon. The Firebird is all they could produce.

 

 

Word count, not including title: 412

 

Well, that's all! Hope I win!

 

Well, good job but I don't think phrases like "more like _ " which are commonly used on the internet should be used in a mythological sequence.. specially when you are using a few old English words like "thou"

Edited February 11, 2016 by Zenyth

[GeeVuh 1,647]

Well, good job but I don't think phrases like "more like _ " which are commonly used on the internet should be used in a mythological sequence.. specially when you are using a few old English words like "thou"

Haha, thanks for the tip; I fixed it.

[Zenyth 6,494]

Haha, thanks for the tip; I fixed it.

no problem

it has become a habit for all of us, the internet variant of English :P

[GeeVuh 1,647]

no problem

it has become a habit for all of us, the internet variant of English :P

Lol, too true. Are you going to try? 

 

P.S: Do you just go around reading all the newspaper articles..? 

[Zenyth 6,494]

Lol, too true. Are you going to try? 

 

P.S: Do you just go around reading all the newspaper articles..? 

I read all of them within the first hour after they got published :D

Also I already entered the contest :P

[JapaneseYakuza 2]

Hatred and Vengance-

 

Once upon a time...

 

There was a poor farmer boy, who had nothing. His father, had, in a desperate attempt to raise the 100 crystals needed to pay their rent, send him out to harvest tanks, the boy's name was Tankulos Maximus, Tankulos had one problem, apart from the shortage of cash. He only had the smokey. So before he could attack the other players with the insanity of a player in MK 5 Wasp on drugs, He needed a new turret.

 

The Tank God looked down on his planet, oh, how wonderful it was! Everybody was capturing flags, or creating articles on mythology in the forums. But the God noticed one player was not enjoying the game. The God swooped down with the speed of a Vulcan, to look at the dismayed boy. He stared at the turret on top of his Hull.

 

The God was shocked, either the boy was a newbie, or he was a *****. As he spied the boy crawling slowly round the corner, he heard a noise he had not heard in all of tanki for a millennium, the lad was crying! "Boo hoo, i wish i could show all of them, I'm strong!". The god, whilst admiring the lads guts for crying in public, felt pity for the kid. So, when the battle was over, he swooped down to meet and talk to the boy.

 

"Who are you?"

"Im Tankulos Maximus."

"Why are you crying?"

" I need to get money." As the God looked upon the boy, he saw something he had never seen before in a weak mortal, pure hatred.

 

The God was quick to get away from Tankulos's iron glare. But he still felt pity, so he created the hammer, born of hated and vengeance, the hammer was the ultimate killing machine. The boy took the gift, and the god never heard a cry from him again.  

Edited February 12, 2016 by JapaneseYakuza

[Lotus_Flower 46]

 

A Warrior Of Flames

      As the day drew near to its end, the Lone Warrior stood. As he guarded closely his new weapon, he heard a rustle near to him. "Who is it?" He uncovered his Vulcan from behind him and blasted the bushes apart. Boom. He smirked. "Why hast thou come?" A deep voice from amongst the trees spoke. "I have returned to defeat this 'Lone Warrior' who is terrorizing the land. The Lone Warrior chuckled. "Ha, terrorizing? I believe I've done more 'Saving' in my days. I have protected this land from villains like thou for a decade. Do not make me laugh, evil one." The one who spoke before answered, "I never said I was evil, either. Thou hast given our village a bad impression, although." "Who are you?" The Lone Warrior heard a soft thump behind him. He turned around, but saw nothing. "Where are you?" The voice took no notice of his questions, and replied, "This was our land, before you took it from us. I am the Dragon Of Zarcoza. I make myself visible only to those I want. And I want to to you." A golden dragon appeared in front of the Warrior. He spoke again. "If you can defeat me, I shall reward you with a weapon." The Warrior, whose name was Joshua, spoke. "What is this weapon?" The Dragon spoke yet again: "I shall tell thou once. I breathe fire from my mouth. If thou can decapitate me, I shall giveth to thee a weapon: My Head." They at once began the battle. As Joshua looked on, he saw the other men of his village crawl towards the dragon. He motioned with his hand for them to hide. He jumped towards them with a purpose. He made it seem as if he were dodging the breath of the dragon. He whispered, "When thou have a chance, chop off its head." He jerked around, and the bullets of his M3 Vulcan clanged off of the dragon's scales. The dragon leaped towards him and breathed his fire. Joshua felt the heat of the blast next to his ear. He jolted in reflex. He heard a low voice behind him. "Duck." He did so. Slash. The men had done as Joshua had asked. It was over. "I shall keep my promise, though your victory was unjust." The head swirled into the air. "I shall speak no more." It formed into the Firebird XT, then dropped in front of Joshua. "Thank you." Ever since, none have been able to recreate this weapon. The simple Firebird is all they could produce.

 

 

Word count, not including title: 431

 

Well, that's all! Hope I win!  :rolleyes: Those 30k Crystals would surely help my saving for M2 Wasp.

 

Best of Luck GeeVuh!!

[bo2844 387]

One day in tanki online, the player bo2844 was entering for a contest on mythology. With a single click of the [Tab] button all his work was destroyed. The end.

[GeeVuh 1,647]

 

The Genesis of Thunder

 

         A great while ago, when the world was chock-full of wonders, tragedies, miracles, miseries .. in a way, as it stands before us today, in the province of Halcyonia lived the righteous King Avanchel in his kingdom of tranquil. All was well; the farmers, the labourers, the knights, the barons, the guardsmen, the craftsmen, the officials, all of them were content and living a peaceful life. Perokmol, the wise local sage however, had predicted a negative shift in the kingdom's long drawn fortunes which the people would succumb to. However, the people had ridiculed him, stating that he was never a benefactor of the King's capability and rectitude.

         But, tragedy struck the kingdom soon as the sage had foreseen. One day, King Avanchel's front-line lookouts informed him about a massive buildup in the vicinity; evil sorcerer Raketa had summoned all her proponents for a ceremony which ennobled her as the supreme leader of all sorcerers. King Avanchel began to think about the possible reasons for this, but his courtiers mocked the lookout's jive, stating that they had no need to contemplate about minor activities of an evil sorcerer when peace was traversing each nook and cranny of King Avanchel's kingdom. Hence the King dissolved the issue brought up.

         However, Raketa and her patrons had indeed gathered for a purpose, an evil one. They had built up a whole army, replete with warlocks, mages, club-swingers, barbarians, wizards and conjurers from across the country. Raketa had announced that she would soon become the most powerful person ever seen, and with that she and her army, demonic instincts in mind, started marching across the country, plundering treasuries, torturing, toppling thrones, raiding and pillaging every home in sight. Having heard of this from several lookouts, the King and a few of his courtiers were worried. The King, afraid of being too complacent, sought to alert his troops, but the other group of courtiers, insisted that no witch or sorcerer could touch his kingdom. King Avanchel was in two minds, but he decided to strengthen his borders and ordered reinforcements. 

         The time had come, Raketa having conquered and destroyed much of the south had turned her focus to the north, and on the way came King Avanchel's peaceful realm that was now on her target. Catapults, mages, rams ambushed the walls of King Avanchel's kingdom, and his few thousand guardsmen were totally overwhelmed by the millions of troops Raketa had managed to gather. The King and his advisers, totally unaware of the magnitude were shocked. The King's courtiers fled as the evil army cut inroads to the core of the kingdom. 

         The King, left alone in his palace watched from his window as fires and destruction raged on at the horizon. There was no time left. He sat on his knees, looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. He had (change into "he'd")never imagined that evil Raketa would strike even when his kingdom had never come in her way. He opened his eyes and was left astonished. It was raining, it was a thunderstorm, there were a hundred cannons, shooting exploding balls of fire at the evil. Thunder was here.

 

x--x--x--x--x

 

Word count: 524 words

 

Oh my gosh you're cutting it so dang close... And I would reccomend taking about.. 25 words out. I have highlighted these. 

P.S. You don't have to listen to me; I just feel indebted after "thou hast" helped me.

[firebolt55439 1]

Hi everyone,

This is my entry of roughly 521 words - I hope you enjoy it! :)

 

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The Punishment

 

Long, long ago, during the Great Turret Wars, the prophecy was incumbent, its conclusion imminent. It came during a dark time for the inhabitants of the planet, but the prophet had foretold that a chief of one the lowliest nation-states would bring about an end to the suffering, should he be able to resist temptation.

 

That chief’s name was Leo. One day, an entity made itself known to him and revealed the details of the prophecy to him, informing him that he was the subject of the prophecy. Leo was in a state of shock upon learning this. Me? I will save the entire planet?

 

The violence steadily escalated in the coming months, and little by little, the prophecy was pushed to the back of his mind. A summit in hope of drafting a peace accord of all the chiefs was summoned, to be held the next day.

 

The next morning, Leo received the bad news: his parents had been killed due to poor border security during a skirmish. He was absolutely devastated, but reluctantly set out for the conference, a full twelve hours of walking away, for he could not afford other transportation.

 

About five hours into the trip, he encountered an obviously wealthy, well-dressed man who had been waiting for him. The man revealed himself to be the chief of the most well-off nation-state, who had a reputation for ruthlessness but also honesty. Leo duly inquired what he could possibly want with the chief of a state as insignificant as his.

 

The man laughed at this. “That is precisely the reason I require your assistance. You see, we are very interested in acquiring the land of our rival, and they currently have a strong leader holding them together, without which they would certainly fall apart. Conveniently, this person happens to be in attendance at the summit.”

 

“But… what does that have to do with me?” asked an apprehensive Leo.

 

“If their leader were to be suddenly taken ill at the summit, suspicion would immediately fall upon us. However, if he were to be the victim of a tragic accident on his way back, which just happens to cross your state, we would be blameless, and we would pay you handsomely” replied the chief.

 

Leo was about to refuse, recalling that the prophecy said he would be tempted. However, he then remembered his parents’ death due to a lack of money. Grief, then anger rose up in him, and he accepted the proposal, later using a Shaft to do his dirty work. The other chief honored his word and sent him enough money to create a standing, professional army.

 

Later, the same entity approached him, this time expressing its disappointment. It said that an end to the suffering would still come about, but only after thousands of years of war in the land of Tanki, and as added punishment, turrets would randomly not fire in time.

 

The aforementioned phenomenon was soon dubbed "lag"; thus was born the bane of countless Tanki chief's existence, and it would rear its ugly head many a time during critical moments in battles. 

Edited February 12, 2016 by firebolt55439