[Issue 56] [Story]: Between Tabs - Part VIII

[Shedinja 1,488]

 Part VIII

 

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Read Part III Here

Read Part IV Here

Read Part V Here

Read Part VI Here

Read Part VII Here

 

 

 

AR12GAMING's periwinkle projectiles were already flying past me when the first enemy clan member attempted to leap across the gap to our flag. An M1 Hornet/Twins, presumably the leader of Stealth 360 himself, landed gracefully onto our ledge and proceeded to spray purple orbs in our general direction as the red flag flickered and attached itself to his hull.

 

Carefully, I watched his treads from behind my only line of defense, the same peaking ramp that AllTimeGerman99 balanced his Wasp upon before the war began. A glowing orange icon above the Dirty-clad tank was the only thing keeping me from immediately striking his hull with an azure ray. Which way is he planning on escaping with the flag? The low road, leaving himself exposed for several seconds to ranged fire, or the jump back?

 

As if he somehow heard my thoughts, AR12GAMING's voice cut through the sound of Twin projectiles howling around me. "Sig, keep your eyes on the way back out, Nick might try to jump for it." I could hear his M1 Titan roaring through my headphones, presumably from his computer. "I'm going to try and pin the route downhill, don't let him escape through the ramps!"

 

NickNackPattyWaack, whom had been shuffling back and forth behind the meager cover of the peak, was becoming far more skittish now that his hiding spot was about to become steamrolled by my gargantuan ally. Abandoning his efforts to peck away at AR12GAMING's immense health supply, he switched gears and began moving at full steam back towards the ledge he had entered on.

 

In return, I quickly backpedaled my Hunter, locked the path before him in sight, and clipped the spacebar with my forefinger.

 

He never made it over the breach. The deep blue bolt yanked the front of his tank far off center to the opposite side of the stage, causing him to tumble treads first into the ravine below and effectively returning our flag. A short chortle from AR12GAMING followed, and the rumble of his Twins' engines chugging abated. "Nice shot, Sig." My headphones began fluctuating in volume, but I detected my teammate say something about hunting the lower platforms for a rogue Firebird.

 

All at once, they started acting oddly, and takumi12 was vying for my attention.

 

"Sig, Sig, get behind cover, their Railgun's shooting at us!"

 

Without delay, I roved my forest green Hunter back behind the nearest outcropping, a jersey barrier with black and yellow hazard stripes lining the top. Not a moment later, a pale beam appeared out of nowhere, smacking the concrete directly in front of me. Scanning Monte Carlo's opposite road, I barely witnessed a black Wasp slipping back behind the cover of a perfect reflection of my own hiding spot.

 

takumi12 wasted no time in moving from shelter to shelter, covering nearly the entire width of the stage before the Railgun decided to try his luck again. Despite driving with all of his willpower towards the last long concrete shield, his tank evaporated upon contact with the crystalline projectile. A high pitched curse followed takumi12's explosion.

 

Still lurking behind my wall, I took my own scan of the enemy base. On the far right side of their strip of elevated road, my leader was crawling apparently undetected under a steady rain of supply boxes, biding his time behind a wider concrete wall as he waited for a Storm-clad Viking to take a nosedive onto the low highway from their central peak. I wonder if I can give him some more wiggle room to advance by removing Viking/Thunder here from the equation.

 

My M1 Railgun had primed itself for another shot during my analysis of the field, and a crate of armor plates had begun falling on the other side of my team's center peak. Now or never, I thought as I witnessed the Viking/Thunder grow more curious about the enemy Wasp/Isida with each passing second.

 

Wasting no more time, I thrust the Hunter into full throttle reverse once again, charging my Railgun as I crested the central peak and took aim at my wide assailant. He must have seen the glow of my turret, for he instantly began turning his Thunder in my direction. The shot went directly through his turret, but it didn't stop him from landing an explosive shell squat center into the side of my tank in return. I careened sideways, my movement angle skewed from the impact, and the front of my clumsy machine jammed itself between the small gap between the peak's guardwall and another jersey barrier.

 

There wasn't much I could do to retaliate as the black Wasp charged its own sky blue Railgun and blew my tank into oblivion.

 

As my tank respawned on the lowest sector of my team's base, a notification indicating that collinskev has taken the enemy flag sprung to life, just as quickly replaced by a yellow message and a frustrated sigh over the Skype link indicating that he lost it. He must have been caught by one of the defenders, I thought as I made my way back to the higher platforms, seeing no invaders from below. "AR, did you find that Firebird?"

 

"Yeah, he's history by now." collinskev, who had just respawned behind me on the wave of slopes leading into the base, quickly interrupted with his monotone voice. "There's a Freeze blocking the jump out, M1 Mammoth wearing Tundra. I'm not sure he's defeatable with Railguns or Firebirds, we need Bro to handle this one, he's got the Shaft."

 

"Got it, sending him a message now," I replied. "Watch my back." Making sure I was sheltered well on the main incline to the flag, I shot a quick message to my companion.

 

[sigma_Ctu-s1_V3: bro we need you to focus on that mammoth, he's stopping anyone from capping]

 

After hitting Enter, I crawled back up to my old hiding spot, where AllTimeGerman99 and ComeAtMeBro13 were doing battle with the meddlesome defender. The shadowy Wasp was nowhere to be seen, likely destroyed in their siege efforts. I sent my own support by tossing a cerulean bolt at the giant, but I may as well have tickled him for all the damage I did. Completely unfazed, the Mammoth proceeded to make a block of ice out of my leader, and was proceeding to advance onto the green Hornet/Shaft hiding behind the other side of their middle peak. Below the main stage, I saw T3chio's Metallic Hornet charging headlong towards their rear entrance, deftly dodging the massive pillars weighing down lower highway. Hopefully that Freeze will be too distracted with Bro to deal with T3 stealing their flag.

 

AR12GAMING suddenly opened the call line. "Germ, T3's on his way to the flag, we need to figure out how to keep that Mammoth away. Nick's coming back to the ramp to make another jump, I'm gonna try and pin him from the other side."

 

"Gotcha, AR. Uno, Tater and I are makin' our way back to their side now, but their Firebirds and Isidas are makin' it hard to stay there long, they done took ahold o' the ground behind the flag and they're not lettin' go." AllTimeGerman99 took a long breath. "Range ain't gonna do nothin', they're hiding too low and sendin' only Nick and Asloth to take flags. The only way we'll be able to get a flag is if we spread them out across the map."

 

Spread them out... how can that be done?  I pondered. I threw my camera angle high, trying to see the opposing side of the field. Sure enough, there were three or four players roving around behind the flag, waiting for someone to jump for it. Maybe some of us can draw fire from their left side, since only a few of their clan are taking offensive measures. The worst we'd have to face from outside in an onslaught from their Thunders and Twins. Potatoe can handle them with Cedar, I think. Or was it a Thunder and Smoky paint...?

 

"Sig, watch your left!"

 

Astonished, I turned to face the rise only to find Asloth barreling down on me, hazard symbol and green plates hovering above the turret already smoking from its previous shot. A feeble dot of blue was the only response my weapon could muster before an orange cloud of explosive powder engulfed my tank and chomped through my entire health bar. I didn't even wait for my respawn to begin before shouting a warning to my allied defenders. "AR, watch yourself, that Thunder's on our side, he's got Power on now!"

 

"Got it, I found Armor nearby, making my way back now." More explosions erupted on our side of the base as Asloth began hammering away at AR12GAMING's health stockpile, taking a surprising amount of blue with each shot. I spawned on the left side of the field, closer to the enemy flag than before. They're still gathered fairly close to the flag, I surmised as I flicked a bolt in the general direction of the Wasp's hiding spot, hoping to keep him pinned long enough for me to find somewhere to take cover. I managed to snag the green box and dive behind the barrier before the pale shot reverberated through the air behind me, barely missing the rear of my machine.

 

Immediately, I reversed gears and charged full throttle for the leftmost corner leading to the enemy clan's flag ramps. If I can get onto the bridge and fire at them from above, I might be able to scatter them. As I reached the safety of the long guardrail, a hazard stamped box began its graceful decent from the heavens. Maybe I can do more than just scare them, I realized, a smirk slowly pulling at the corner of my mouth. "Germ, collins, I can take out a few people from the middle bridge, I might be able to make an opening for you, uno and T3 to grab a flag." I launched a full power projectile through a Hornet/Firebird climbing up the bridge on the opposite side, determined not to lose my spot.

 

Might be able to pull off something noteworthy during this war yet, a stray thought surmised. I repositioned myself on the middle of the bridge, ready to spear the cloud of tanks gathered behind the flag. T3chio and someoneuno were do battle with the respawned Mammoth/Freeze, two brightly colored birds ripping apart the laurel green giant. They'll be there in seconds. One last glance to my right to clarify there were no invaders was all I needed before I took aim and charged a sapphire bolt, priming to unleash into the ironclad crowd.

 

 

 

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[TankiMedic: Hey Shed you ready?]

 

Sitting at one of the ancient on-campus computers, I looked at the industrial clock hanging above the building's entrance. 12:20. I have about 20 minutes to talk with the clan today. I scanned my friends list, only to find it somewhat barren, a plain of grey interspersed occasionally with the green light of the eternal wraiths of Polygon CPs. Well, with whoever's available, anyways. 

 

[shedinja: Sure, but nobody's online besides you and viper. Not much we can do with only three people.]

 

[TankiMedic: True, but at least we can discuss stuff with him. Need to let him practice with his M2 Rail now that he has it]

 

[shedinja: Hm, you have a point. At least the delay offered some silver lining.]

 

[TankiMedic: You have a point. its not going to stop him from being an easy 1-hit kill though, it's a good thing this isn't a XP-BP format match. Maybe we can get TB to let him use Tundra?]

 

[shedinja: Possibly, but I feel like there should have been a mention of that earlier. Fracture still isn't going to save him from one hit shots from M3 Railguns, and that's the paint I confirmed he would be using]

 

Several seconds passed unceremoniously. I checked my garage absent-mindedly, shifting between my own topaz paint and Rustle. We can't even allow denex12 to join the war because he's a guarunteed 1-hit-KO, and he's the best Wasp user we have available. Viper can still perform well as a mid-field and defender, but we need as many quick players that can take a shot as we can get.

 

TankiMedic finally replied, echoing my own thoughts.

 

[TankiMedic: Hes probably gonna need to stay near our base and defend. An M2 Railgun is still dangerous to anyone trying to take our flag]

 

[shedinja: Aye. Anyways, let's call him and start a short 15 minute Sandbox, I'm using my lunch hour at the moment]

 

[TankiMedic: Already made one, entering now, call viper]

 

Looking at the battle selection confirmed that TankiMedic had indeed preemptively organized a match, already standing by on the red alliance. After swiftly beaming an invite away to viperf50, I began the short travel from the main chat of EN2 to the non-format PRO Sandbox CTF.

 

Upon loading in, I quickly discovered that viperf50 had decided to join the red team as well, leaving me outmatched two players to one. I guess practice for viper is going to be versus me, then. I immediately reloaded the garage and prepared to add a fresh coat of Fracture to my war machine. As the ages-old Dell chugged and clicked away trying to process the command, my clanmates began discussing more tactics for the war.

 

[TankiMedic: Since you have M2 Railgun now you're going to be needed to play defense, since we need to M2 hornets to focus on the flag capping]

 

[viperf50: okay did they say how many m3 rails they have now that lilsims ranked]

 

That's a good question, I pondered as my garage finally flashed onto the scraped glass screen. I know T3 has full M2, but I'm not sure about the others. Come to think, I haven't seen hide, hair or hull from any of my old Brethren in a long time. They've probably gotten a lot stronger under T3's leadership. There's nowhere to go but up for them.

 

[TankiMedic: I'm not sure... Shed what's your guess?]

 

Finally armed with my typical XP equipment and the charming citrine paint, I spawned back into the game meters from my flag and hammered out a quick response.

 

[shedinja: I'm not sure, lemme look at the forum real quick.]

 

Buried under a few new PMs from goldenarmorX, ieatcookies and Loackie, the original clan war request still loomed, a small chain of miscellaneous responses and comments trailing below. It still labeled the original clan war date of the 17th of January, not the modification to the 24th.

 

Alrighty, so T3 I know still has M2 XP, and MHS likely has it as well. LIlsims might have bought the Legend kit he's been raving about all over the forums by now, so there's a possible M3 set to watch out for. As for fake... I honestly didn't know he was still playing. Judging by the rank, his alternate account probably has M2 Railgun on it, and possibly M3 Hornet now that there's been a week's extra preparation. I studied each of the listed names carefully. They're likely to be moving a lot faster than us on the field on average, and poor viper's gonna draw fire from those M3 Rails like moths to a flame. While that may work to the advantage of his teammates, that means we're just going to be one player short more often than not.

 

With a light sigh, I closed out of the tab and shuffled back to Tanki Online, where TankiMedic and viperf50 were still discussing the subject of modification tiers. Hitting Enter, I gave a short report based on the information I just recapped.

 

[shedinja: Alright, so I looked at TB's lineup, and they're guaranteed to still have at least two M2 Railguns, but the other two could be a mixture of M2s and M3s by now. viper, you're probably going to have a bit of trouble fighting those M3 Rails, so trying to target them whenever you can; you can rest assured that they'll try to shoot you first.]

 

[viperf50: ok but i dont know if fake's alt has m3s yet]

 

[shedinja: That's true, I'm just preparing for the worst and hoping for the best. There's a chance two Hornets might be M3 now, so we're likely to be outsped overall on the field. We're going to have to take a defensive stance at first to draw them out to us, then use their injuries to push forward and swipe a flag.]

 

[TankiMedic: What if they play defensive too? then how can we take a flag?]

 

[shedinja: We'll just have to whittle away at them from above then, like we practiced in form 3.]

 

[shedinja: Alright, let's shift gears here a bit and wear you into that new Railgun. I'll one on one with you to start, then Medic will practice with you in a DM match. Since your primary role is gonna be defense, it'd be more relevant to set the stage for your training there.]

 

[viperf50: okay ready?]

 

Quietly staring at my keyboard, I listlessly tuned into the white noise of papers rustling and ceiling fans humming. I really hope this new weapon won't be more of an impediment to him than an aid, I thought glumly. Not only would he be easy prey for players that find him first, but wasted shots due to not being accustomed to the turret's turning speed... poor fella would be a liability at that point. 

 

I shook my head. I need to have some faith in myself and my team. viper knows his way around a Railgun, he's bested me in a match several times. After a few hours of playing, he'll be only a supplement to our team's success, having the extra firepower and the guarantee to 2-hit-KO M3 Hornets every single time. Besides, you haven't even started the match yet. Make your ultimate judgments then.

 

Shunting the cracked black mouse aside to give myself more space, I typed in a reply.

 

[shedinja: Aye, go.]

 

 

 

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The day before the war was comparable to that of any Friday. High school, despite it being the middle of the year, ran at minimal capacity, simply going through the motions. More speeches from Mr. Peterson about WWII's working force, oddly a bit monotone today in lieu of his typically chipper attitude. Another five-paragraph page to write on Dante's Inferno from English 11, the blasé students around me scratching away at their assignments, likely more focused on the weekend ahead than interpreting the limbo circle. Not even robotics had an outstanding allure today, my peers and I nonchalantly hovering over circuit boards, testing our soldering skills. Two of my neighbors accidentally overheated their plates, and I came fairly close to stabbing my thumb with the iron.

 

As I left the final class of the day, my beaten messenger bag a haphazard mess of paper and plastic from shoving my possessions in after the bell caught me by surprise, I happened across Dane and Derrick in the courtyard, the two seemingly in a heated argument over which Water-type Pokemon would outlast another. "Howdy, folks. What's going on?"

 

Dane was the first to respond. "Hey, John. Got a question for you: which would win in a one-on-one situation: Starmie or Slowking?"

 

"Starmie has Thunder and Rain Dance, paralysis and critical hits would take out Slowking after a while with max special attack investment, even with his Slack Off."

 

Derrick triumphantly threw his fist in the air. "I told you it could learn Thunder!"

 

"Yeah, whatever..." Dane waved him off, veiled resent tinting his voice. Turning back to me, he asked, "You have any time to head to the park today?"

 

I shook my head. "Sorry, man. I've got a clan war to practice for, I need to get the gang together in about thirty minutes. One of my members needs a bit more training with Railgun, some of his shots went a bit askew thanks to the increased rotation speed."

 

"Okay, if you say so. Wait, wasn't that war supposed to be last Saturday?"

 

"It was, but... well, the internet connection decided to go down the toilet on that day. Stupid router overheated."

 

Derrick visibly cringed. "Dang. That's about the worst timing possible."

 

"Heh, tell me about it, why don't ya." Shifting the bag into a more comfortable position on my shoulder, I turned to leave. "Hopefully, this week wasn't just a delay of the inevitable. Still not mighty confident of our chances of pulling a rabbit out of our hat here."

 

"It can't be too bad, just an extra Hornet for their side." Dane was staring at me with a puzzled expression. "You've been pushing your team through practice all week. I'd be surprised if you didn't string up a victory due to sheer repetition alone."

 

A light chuckle escaped me. "I'd like to imagine that's the case, but chances are T3 probably did the same. If I ever learned anything fighting alongside him, he's meticulous to the extreme. He wouldn't waste this opportunity to polish his team's skills further."

 

"I suppose you can't blame him." We had begun walking west across the courtyard, making our way to the far exit at a moderate pace. "It should make for a thrilling match, if nothing else."

 

"Yeah, but..." I felt my stomach begin to coil. "After concentrating all of my willpower towards honing Polyatomic, it would be a real shame for these efforts to not bear any fruit. I don't think we could stand to take a defeat after all of this."

 

The three of us went silent for a while as we crossed the threshold of school boundaries and found ourselves moving towards a vast expanse of trimmed grass. Football season ended months ago. I wonder what sport requires the field to be mowed now. For a great while, there was little sound spare the errant student motoring through the parking lot and our own footsteps. A breeze was beginning to form through the funnel of the lot, causing a loosely hung aluminium sign to gently rattle against the chain-link fence that encapsulated the premises. From atop one of the nearby slate gray electrical buildings, a lone raven eyed our progress with detached interest.

 

Dane broke the silence after we had traversed the student parking center. "Well, if worst comes to worst, you could say you gave it your all. Losing wouldn't be the end of the world."

 

I turned to look at him. "No... you're right, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but..." We had reached the edge of the parking lot, and the park and my home diverged our paths further. "Anyways, I'll catch up with y'all next Monday or something. Bring your DSes, we could try and set up a few battle simulators between some of the Bug-types." With a two-fingered wave, I turned the corner and began briskly striding off westward toward the bike rack. 

 

But... it might be the end of the clan, I thought miserably, undoing the cheap red combination lock attacked to my bike's central skeleton. Looking back, I've literally poured everything I had into preparing for this war. As loathe as I am to admit it... I'm not sure if I could rationally handle a loss at this point. If we get crushed in the upcoming battle, my heart and soul for the clan may be flattened right along with it. 

 

I reflected on the train of thought that just coursed through my mind, disgusted at myself. Huh. I didn't realize that my will to overcome had become so weak. What happened to that can-do attitude that brought Polyatomic to life and kept it there for this long? Did it really wither away to be replaced by this cancerous dread of the future? Have I really reached the point where such a simple blow to pride such as the loss of a match can bring me to thoughts of colony abandonment?

 

I focused all of my concentration on each rotation of the pedal system, swaying slightly as I worked my way over one of the many hills sprinkled across town. I really hope that's not the case. Even so, there shouldn't be so much worry placed on the match anyways. My team is incredibly capable, even with light handicaps such as a lower-tiered Hornet. I'd still be fine with letting denex use Wasp if it weren't for Railgun's auto-aim turning them into motorized bowling pins. At least exploding instantly is less of a liability than taking an extra ten seconds to.

 

I was at the top of the low hill now, leaving a long downhill segment and a 150-meter climb before I could log on. Best not to keep them waiting, I thought as I began picking up speed.

 

 

 

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5:49, 1-24, the digital clock on my dresser read. T-minus 11 minutes until launch. After triple checking that the router was at top capacity and that the laptop was as far from overheated as possible, I started up a short practice match for the clan, a fifteen minute non-PRO Sandbox DM. Fortunately, nobody else had experienced technical problems at this time; TankiMedic, Pokemontrainer2, and viperf50 were all present and accounted for. Hastily, I threw a Skype tab onscreen and searched through profiles until I found the clan chat network.

 

[shedinja: Alright, Medic, viper, call's setting up now. Pokes, I'll relay info as soon as I receive it.]

 

[Pokemontrainer2: understood]

 

[TankiMedic: Hold on I need to set up my mic]

 

Without any further delay, I got into a comfortable position on my beaten but reliable recliner and opened up the call channel. viperf50 was the first to respond, with TankiMedic not trailing far behind. "Alrighty Shed, did Medic get his mic working?"

 

"Yes." TankiMedic responded flatly. "I'm not trying to make one from scratch, I just needed to plug it in."

 

A half-chuckle crackled over the channel. "Okay, okay, I guess so."

 

"Alright, since Pokes is going to need to have a constant information feed, we're going to need to shift those responsibilities to whomever is dead at the moment." In the background, I could already hear TankiMedic building in-game subtitles. "We all know he's fairly capable on the field without a buoyancy line, but he should know all non-notif based data. Someone needs to pass the flag, send a quick 'f' his way. The flag bearer's low on health, tell him '1'. Make sure you're using the team chat, we cannot afford to have transparent communication."

 

Pokemontrainer2 was already sifting through the feed, sending out responses in suitable time.

 

[Pokemontrainer2: got it, ill keep my eyes open anyways]

 

"Viper, you're in charge of making sure that nobody enters the base without an injury. Some of these players may be faster than us, and we can't afford for them to not be a single shot kill by the time they make it back to their side of the field. See if you can't lure them in with your lower-staged hull, nab a few surprise hits."

 

"Got it. If the flag's near me and no one else, I need for you guys to watch my back and surprise the M3 Rails trying to get me. We all have M2 Rail now, at least we're all capable of flipping hulls on ramps if we aim right."

 

"Yeah, if we hold the high ground more often, we can take advantage of form three and box them into their own side," TankiMedic chipped in. "Higher angles give us a better chance to knock them over and pull the flag from under their noses."

 

"Right," I confirmed, "And we'll also have excellent defensive positioning so long as we don't hole up in the corners. The moment we lose all-directional movement is the moment we lose the high ground. Someone is bound to take the walls above us if we back down for even an instant."

 

I really wish we had the house on our side, I silently lamented. It would have been perfect for viper to use defensively and shore up on his weaker hull points, but since he can't get over there and use it himself without having to tackle M3 Hornets and Railguns...

 

I didn't exactly have to scrutinize my friends list for it to lead me straight to T3chio's name, glowing verdant and lively at the top of the catalog. I nervously checked the clock glowing with a professional green ambience in the background of my living room. Five minutes and counting. Pokemontrainer2 and viperf50 were sparring near the center of the field, deftly swinging about the rusted Tanki Online signpost in an effort to send one another off of the edge.

 

Viper's faring exceptionally well despite having a lower-tiered hull than him, I noticed, a spark of hope feebly lighting my heart. Even yesterday afternoon, he was flaunting professional accuracy during practice with ieatcookies and T4NK_DESTROYER. He must have been practicing incredibly hard in his spare time. 

 

Rounding the pole one last time, viperf50 let loose a lavender shell through his clanmate and catapulted himself over the cliff, taking advantage of the increased recoil force on his lighter hull and performing a spectacular barrel roll back onto his treads. Not missing a beat, he then swerved his Hornet around the edge of the platform, leaving Pokemontrainer2 in the dust and fired a second bolt into his charging figure just as he neared the access ramp to the side viperf50 had previously hidden in front of. "Yeah-hahh-ah! That was awesome!" His cheer rang through the idle channel. "Did you guys see that?!"

 

"Wow, not bad, vipe," Medic responded. "Do that if you can in the war, alright?"

 

I threw in my own two cents. "Using the increased recoil of your weapon in order to thrust yourself off of the edge with enough power to come full circle and land... not bad. It may be a viable advantage if you're careful."

 

As viperf50 transferred his celebration to the in-game chat, I looked once again at the clock. 5:58. It's almost time. T3 claimed the rights to making the battle. Despite having topped off dinner with the chilled leftovers of a Poptart, my stomach still felt tight and concave. I wonder if he's just as nervous as I am about the upcoming battle. I'm sure he's somewhat skeptical of the possible outcome of the match as well, but he doesn't have as much faith pinned on the outcome, I'd assume.

 

A nonchalant teenage voice from yesterday echoed through my head. Well, if worst comes to worst, you could say you gave it your all. Losing wouldn't be the end of the world.

 

It wouldn't be the end of the world, would it. I studied TankiMedic doling instructions to Pokemontrainer2 through the lifeline of the in-game chat. It may shake our pride, but it doesn't mean it'll erase us and our credibility from history. We'll still, in the end, honestly and wholeheartedly be able to say that we tried.

 

I sat in the chair for a moment, thoroughly satisfied with that line of thought as I watched my clan leader jump in on the excitement and begin sparring as well. He managed to sweep both Pokemontrainer2 and viperf50 from the map before being incapacitated by a well-timed shot from Pokemontrainer2, flipping the Sandstone fighter from out of nowhere. I was roving back and forth along the ground near where the red flag would typically lie, watching the action unfold with a light smile.

 

Then, all at once, the corner of my screen brought a dark green notification before me, relaying a starred request to join an open Sandbox.

 

T3chio.

 

It's time.

 

Read Part IX here

 

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Edited November 13, 2016 by Shedinja

[Yisroel.Rabin 16,224]

TankiMedic :sub: Miss him.

 

Good job Shed!

[Hex 11,520]

Nice read but wait, I wasn't here when this series began, so can anyone tell me what it is based on? I think it is based on one's experiences during real battles and then it has been created into a fantasy, or more like a story format.

[guyfromwa 129]

You sure you dont mean Totally Accurate Battle Simulator (T.A.B.S.)?

[Shedinja 1,488]

Nice read but wait, I wasn't here when this series began, so can anyone tell me what it is based on? I think it is based on one's experiences during real battles and then it has been created into a fantasy, or more like a story format.

It's based primarily on my experiences playing for a clan in TO. The previous parts are under hyperlinks above.

 

You sure you dont mean Totally Accurate Battle Simulator (T.A.B.S.)?

I'm sure it's not, that game is fairly ridiculous anyways.

[blackflag444 256]

It's based primarily on my experiences playing for a clan in TO. The previous parts are under hyperlinks above.

 

I'm sure it's not, that game is fairly ridiculous anyways.

what clan was it?