Results [Halloween Special] Spook Me Stiff

[Flexoo 6,980]

 

We had the opportunity to read quite a few really interesting stories made for this Halloween. Some were better and some were worse, but we finally decided on the winners. Without further ado, here are the names of lucky winners. Congratulations!

 

 

1st place, winning 40,000 crystals: @LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH

 

There I was charging for the enemy flag when I saw it. A horde of tanks, each with its own unique design of blue colored cracks, and some substance oozing out of them. They were all standing there at first. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me. I decided to go inspect these tankers and ask them about their radical paint. I mean, surely Tanki invented something new right?

 

Wrong. As I got closer, I started to notice that these tanks didn't have the usual blue light; in their place, a red light glistened under the darkness of the Halloween map. Now I knew that something was definitely different. The lights on M3 hulls are never supposed to be red. As I moved closer to investigate, I realized that I had just made a big mistake.

 

All of a sudden, it became very clear that the tanks didn't like me. A Hornet with an Isida as well as a Viking with a Firebird approached me. I slowly started to move away from them, only to realize that they kept coming closer. In a desperate attempt, I activated my speed boost and tried to escape my pursuers. NO use. I planted a mine and started emptying the ammo of my ricochet at them, but they kept coming, even after sustaining immense amounts of damage. That was when I realized; these weren't your friendly group of tankers, these here were zombies!

 

So far, my attempt to outrun them had worked. My speed boost had served me well, but with it expiring, I wondered what would become of me. as they drew closer, I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to kill them. I saw a hill I could go up, even if only to buy myself a few more moments. I started to reverse and try to distract my attackers. I kept reversing until bang! I had rammed into the side of the hill. With my enemies closing in on me, I tried to prepare myself for the upcoming onslaught. Just as I closed my eyes, an explosion rocked the ground in front of me, and for once the zombies backed off.

 

He called himself the Liberator. On his Hornet and Striker combo, the words "Da Liberator is awesome" were quite clearly and modestly painted. I knew this guy. He was famous for drugging and outsmarting his enemies. You didn't shoot at him unless he wanted you to do just that.

 

"Care to bring me up to speed kid?" He asked, in what seemed to be an angry tone.

 

Before I could reply, he quickly pushed one zombie into the self-destruct zone, and fired a salvo of heat-seeking missiles at the other, killing him instantly.

 

"What, how did you do that?!" I simply had nothing more to ask

 

"I'm not the Liberator for no reason," he continued "this turret, is a top of the line, M4 striker. Combined with my double damage, what could that little piece of trash do?"

 

Abruptly, a Magnum and Viking zombie interrupted our little chat. As soon as the Viking landed on top of the Liberator, I heard I distinct click. It was a sound I had heard somewhere. Before I could warn the Liberator to move from where he was, I heard an explosion which sent the Liberator flying and caused him to smash against the wall. He quickly faced his new adversary and just as he was about to lock onto the Viking, a shot raced through the air and destroyed the right tracks of the Liberators Hornet and moved his lock off the Viking. The Viking charged towards a crippled Liberator and rammed itself against the poor Hornet. Just when I thought things couldn't get any messier, the Viking fired his magnum at point blank range, completely obliterating the Liberator, leaving a few tracks here and a couple of Hornet fragments there, with a deactivated missile stuck in the zombie Viking's hull and splashing some oil on my face. I knew what I had to do. I fired a shot at the deactivated missile and watched him explode.

 

Soon I realized that my tough ordeal was from over. I turned my turret to either direction and saw what seemed like an army of different turrets, far too many to count, but I knew I was toast.

 

Or at least I thought I was. That is, until a Hornet and Thunder showed up, in a reddish paint with.......70% protection against all turrets. At first, I didn't think it possible. I mean, why would this legend show up to defend me. Of all good players, me. Even still, I didn't need to look twice. It was Godmode_ON.

 

He started attacking my enemies, somehow taking them out like a normal player might. A Hornet and Firebird zombie charged towards him, only to be blown to smithereens. Another one tried to get close but Godmode_ON fired a shot and that zombie stood still in his tracks. He continued to defeat my enemies with such ferocity, that it truly seemed like he was, true to the name of his paint, the devil.

 

He kept on firing, but then he started to take hits. Hit after hit, whittled down his health until he was crippled. He came to me and said "Press...Shift... Now!" I simply could not understand how he was so weak that he needed my help to destroy these tanks. Nonetheless, I obliged. I activated my overdrive and with it, he was revived.

 

He continued his destructive crusade. Circling around tanks and blowing them apart. Some in point blank range and others with one well-placed shot. That is until a Firebird got too close to him and started burning him. I could tell that he was weak from all this fighting. At least smote his enemy down with one last shot and died while saying "Now you're safe. Remember me? I am....Nives"

 

2nd place winning 30,000 crystals: @Coffin-Dodger

 

It was almost Midnight on October 31st. Olga knew she should go to sleep now but couldn't resist one last venture into the Tanki Halloween map. Entering the game she felt something was different but could not quite make out what it was. She felt uneasy, what was giving her goosebumps and sending a tingle up her spine? Reassured, she saw her friend Hans circling the tomb stones in his mighty M4 Twins Titan combo. She moved her Isida Viking to support him in the forthcoming TDM. Where was the opposing team? Was it a glitch? Driving towards Hans, she had the peculiar feeling that she was being watched. Were the pumpkin eyes following her? Before she had chance to tell herself to stop being so silly her eyes widen like a scared cat's as a sudden chill filled her room, so cold it felt like her bones were freezing. She watched open mouthed as the glass in her windows become patterned as icy fingers of frost drew across them. Although the light was on it was as if a malevolent dark veil had been drawn over her eyes, her room became as dark as the grave. With a unearthly groaning sound the tombstones began to shudder as they slowly rose from the cold earth giving birth to a hoard of undead tankers rising from the grave. She did not want to play any more but found that she could not separate her reality from the 'game'; she was not playing, her soul was now part of the map. The undead trained their turrets on her doomed friend and unleashed an unholy volley of fire. Try as she might her lone Isida was no match for the venomous killing power of the undead army. As Hans's tank was engulfed in a ball of flame his pitiful cry stabbed at her soul. Rather than disappearing ready for respawning Hans's tank upended and was slowly pulled beneath the earth. As his turrets disappeared from view a new tombstone arose from the depths as a solitary marker, RIP Hans. At the same time a shout of joy echoed across the map. One of the undead was free! The awesome reality of what was unfolding shook Olga to her core....this was not a game, she was fighting for survival. Every year at Halloween Tanki releases its dark side. Those who enter the Halloween map at Midnight do so at their peril. To be killed in the game sentences a player to the grave, only to be released some time in the future at Midnight on Halloween if they can destroy another unsuspecting Tanker and remove their curse. Olga awaited her fate, there were too many desperate souls crying out for freedom. She knew she was destined to wait silently beneath the soil until her time came. Her advice to you fellow Tankers, should you heed her words... 'Dare you play the Halloween map, Tanki is more than a game. Do not linger in the graveyard for those in the world of the undead are drawn to the sweet scent of life. Enter the game and I will meet you there.... Mowah Ha Ha'.

 

3rd place, winning 20,000 crystals: @maryam98

 

 

What happened in the Wardrobe 

 

 

I was a normal person. An average person, but with a passion for video games. Video games were part of my life. But now, they have left me. Or I have left them. And with them, I have left my old self. Today is Hallowe’en. It happened yesterday, the 30th of October. The day that has changed my life, two years after I joined Tanki Online.

 

I still remember the day I joined. I was trying to find a costume for Hallowe’en. Trying and failing. I asked my friends for help, and one of them showed me his costume of last year. A costume with tanks, pumpkins, and words. The words? ‘Tanki Online. Beware of Godmode_ON’.

 

He had made it himself, due to a short-lived devotion to Tanki Online that had coincided with Hallowe’en. He told me that if I played the game and liked it, he would give me the costume. So I started playing. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The next night, I wore the costume. I left it in what I had always thought of as my Memories Wardrobe, full of mementos. Mementos of games. Video games.

 

And then, 2 years later, having reached the rank of Generalissimo, I wanted to wear it again. So I went into my Memories Wardrobe, and I dug out the costume. I saw, or thought I saw, a light in the pocket. And then, when I put my hand in, I found a model of a tank. A perfect model of my favourite combo. Isida Hornet. And it wore the new Hallowe’en paint.

 

As I realised this, my eyes shut. I tried to open them without success. And when I did open them, I was in a map. A map of Tanki Online. And not just any map. It was the new map Hallowe’en, and it was a big map. Big enough to hold 15 of those tanks. And in the center of the map, surrounded by tanks? Me. A human. Standing in the center, my teeth chattering and my eyes wide.

 

Then, with a vivid, unreal feeling of seeing the word in my brain, I heard the word ‘Ready’. I felt something changing, but the startling, nerve-wracking truth escaped me until the roar of engines filled my head. I looked down, and saw the interior of a tank as I had often imagined it. I tried to move, and found that it was similar to walking or running. Again, I heard something. This time, ‘Go!’.

 

I felt, rather than saw, the other tanks moving towards me, and knew that they had no good intentions. I started running away as fast as I could, instinctively thinking of pressing ‘4’. To my surprise, I saw a yellow arrow in my mind’s eye, signifying a 40% increase in my speed. As a grim game of cat-and-mouse started, I discovered that I was a Wasp/Thunder, wearing a paint that I could not recognize with my limited view.

 

I started shooting the Hornets that were chasing me in an effort to keep them away. My stomach tightened as I remembered that they were vampires. They would heal themselves while damaging me. I had to stop them.

 

I wondered if I could drop a Gold Box to distract them, and I found out with the now-familiar visions that I had 183 available to drop. Immediately, I started dropping them, but to no avail. They were still on my track, although some of the weaker-minded tanks started moving towards the drop zones. I had lost time. I felt myself slowly but steadily weakening as some of the vampires locked on me, and in my panic I shot, my self damage forgotten. Darkness enveloped me as my body froze.

 

I was falling. Falling into a black pit. When I opened my eyes, there was silence. I was no longer in the map. No longer a tank. I saw a light near me, and went towards it. It was the model tank. I felt myself being drawn to it, like iron filings to a magnet. As I touched it, my eyes shut again and I felt something lifting me up.

 

My vision returned to show me my wardrobe, and I felt something cold and slimy touch me for a fleeting moment. My body was shaking and my thoughts disjointed. I realized that I was holding the model tank. A tank so perfect it was almost real.

 

When I left the wardrobe, I discovered that 5 minutes had passed. I opened my laptop and logged on to Tanki. As soon as I was taken to Server EN1, I looked at the chat. Everyone was talking about the ‘Vampires and the King’ event that had just finished. They were saying that the King, Godmode_ON, had dropped gold boxes even while they chased him, and the solution dawned on me.

 

My heart was pounding and my body numb. I had not only played as Godmode_ON, I had [italics]been[/italics] him. And the paint, the unrecognized paint? Devil. I had become a tank, the most famous tank in the Tankiverse. Or I had been hallucinating. A hallucination caused by my addiction. Maybe the sight of the costume and the tank had put me in a sort of dream, a trance. Or maybe I had created the whole vision with my imagination. I may never know what happened in the Wardrobe. Anything is possible.

 

But I knew one thing. I needed to stop playing Tanki. Keep the costume that started it, and the model tank that ended it. But not the account that was my career in Tanki Online. Last night, two years after I started playing Tanki Online, I closed the game for the last time. Tonight, I will wear the costume bearing the legend ‘Tanki Online. Beware of Godmode_ON’.

 

4th place, winning 15,000 crystals: @Magenta

 

I sat by the campfire, deep in thought, when I heard the howls of the Twolfins. Like the alligator paint, the government tried to crossbreed twins with wolfs. The experiment failed, of course, but they didn’t care to kill the monsters, but released them into the forest. Thankfully, they were frightened of fire, and I had one blazing.

 

As I thought of the fire, I saw that the wood had almost burnt out. As soon as I got up to fetch some more, the first went out. I searched my pocket for a lighter, but there was none.

 

Without the fire, it was too unsafe to stay out, so I went back into my tank. Who knows what other failed experiments were lurking out there?

 

I found Halloween to be pretty boring. It featured kids sitting in toy Isida Vikings, chasing poor shafts.

 

Also during Halloween, a notorious group called “The Hexed” lurks around. They knock on doors, and stab whoever opens the door with a syringe. Once when one of them were caught, he guy self-destructed. They were one of those experiments, in which a cross-breed between humans and tanks was attempted. Now, I wouldn’t fancy getting stabbed, right?

 

Inside my cozy tank, I let my thoughts wander. They inevitably turned to Marilyn. People call her Mary for short; I call her Mae (‘ae’ as ‘a’ is in ‘age’). I value her more than numbers can define, including infinity. I haven’t mustered my courage yet, of course. Nor do I think I ever will. Probably I’ll just convince my mouth to blurt out the words some day.

 

When the spells of darkness were taking their toll on my tired eyes, my phone rang. It read “Yisnug” on the screen.

 

“Hey Evans, what are you up to?” he asked.

 

“Away from the crowd, the usual, you know,” I shot the words in the dullest of fashions.

 

“Yeah, well, you better get back now...”

 

“Anything wrong?”

 

“Nives is calling for you.” Yis was the Secretary of Smiley Cookies under Nives, who was the mayor. Yis was also very close to Nives, held a lot of influence over him, and, whenever some new fun stuff happened in the town, rest assured, it was the doing of Yis. “Why? I swear I didn’t hack into the crystal vaul…”

 

“We know you did, but nobody cares, ok, you are a good guy otherwise, we don’t mind.” He paused. “I can’t tell you much on phone right now, but, why don’t you just come?”

 

“Expect me soon,” I assured him.

 

As I drove my Firebird Viking, with the handsome Graffiti paint, my eye caught something moving. I brightened the headlights.

 

“Is anyone there?” I shrieked. No reply. So I drove on, but get kept my headlights bright.

 

This time, I saw it again, unmistakably. It was a Striker Viking in the Red Urban paint. I wouldn’t have noticed it had its nitro not run out suddenly, although it almost immediately turned it back on. I turned on the 360* lamps on my turret. Since I caught sight of the tank, I started chasing it, not letting it go out of my sight. It was fast, but so was I. It turned and swerved in a familiar way, I think I knew it, some memories of sitting on a beach turned back…why, it was Marilyn! Red Urban was her signature paint, nobody else in town had it because they felt there were other better paints to be bought, and were misers. I and Mae of course, won tons of Newspaper Contests, and we were rich.

 

“Mae! What are you doing here?” The tank stopped dead. I would have crashed into it had I not skillfully swerved. Her turret spun back, and after a couple of seconds, the lid at the top of the turret opened and she jumped out. “What are you doing here?” she asked me.

 

“Taking a stroll, you know, the usual. But you are an unexpected sight right now…”

 

“Nives issued a warrant against me..”

 

“WHAT? Why on earth?”

 

“They say that I am one of The Hexed..” she told me timidly.

 

“The guy is a crazy,” I told her.

 

“Yeah, but he’s got the power to do what he wants, right?”

 

“Well, he called me to his office, that’s where I was going. I’ll talk to him, you stay here, you’ll be safe here, just be careful, ok?”

 

“I get higher d/l than you, ok, if someone’s got to be careful, that’s you!”

 

***

“You called for me, sir?” I faced Nives the mighty.

 

“Tell me what you can about Marilyn. Do you know where she is right now?” Nives faced me the peasant.

 

“No I don’t. I hear she is wanted, that you think that she is one of The Hexed? Are you craz..”

 

“We have proof,” he interrupted. He point to a screen, which magically switched when I looked at it. It played the cctv recording of a guy getting stabbed by someone from The Hexed.

 

“It’s Marilyn, the DNA in the hair strands left on the scene match with hers.”

 

“Impossible!” “If you do not co-operat… who’s that?” He looked at the window. My eyes caught something that caught his eyes too – something swiftly moving away from the window. Soon, some grunts and screams followed, so we rushed outside. The guards were there, holding Mae by her hands.

 

“Oh my goodness, release her...” Mae broke free of the guards, and sprinted towards me, something glittering in her left hand, her left hand outstretched…something poke into my abdomen…jabbing pain…

 

“The Hexed can change forms?” Izzy asked.

 

“Someone understood!” with the sweetest of voices and smiles, Mae patted on Izzy’s head. Ariel was clearly jealous of his sister.

 

“Evans, why don’t you bring us some warm milk?” Mae looked at me.

 

“Sure.” I fainted when I saw my stomach on the mirror in the dining hall, on my way to the kitchen.

 

Consolation prizes of 10,000 crystals:

@darthvadermaximum

@russellps_777

@jojobean23

@Stratosphere

 

Original post

 

 

 

Hello tanker. Halloween is probably the most witching day of the year. People go trick-or-treating, carve pumpkins and tell scary stories. Do you have your own Tanki scary story? Share it with us and win great crystal prizes.

 

 

What is your objective? It's very simple. Write any kind of scary Halloween story that is set in Tanki universe. You can write about blood-thirsty Isida or about scary graveyard from Tanki Halloween map, basically it can be anything as long it is in some shape or form linked to Tanki and as long as it gives the reader chills on his back.

 

Rules

 

1. Plagiarism is forbidden. All tankers who will be proven guilty of plagiarizing works of other authors will be permanently disqualified from participating in Newspaper contests.

 

2. All entries must be posted via this GOOGLE FORM. Entries posted in the topic, PMs or anywhere else will be ignored!

 

3. Entries should be around 800 words long (+/- 200 words).

 

Judging Criteria:

 

- plot structure

- presentation

- characters

- grammar/phrasing

 

Prizes

 

1st  place: 40 000 crystals

2nd place: 30 000 crystals

3rd place:  20 000 crystals

4th place:  15 000 crystals

 

Other worthy entries will receive 10 000 crystal consolation prize.

 

Deadline: 3rd November

 

 

 

Have fun writing, tanker. We can't wait to read those stories that will make our blood run cold.

 

Muhaha

 

 

 

[Musa 5,352]

Good luck to all participants 

[Magenta 5,165]

That short deadline is killing me :(

[maryam98 1,171]

I wish I could do this, maybe I’ll be able to get a consolation.

[Stratosphere 2,234]

Nows my time too provve my writin skillz too @Flexoo.  :ph34r:

 

 

 

 

 

Edited October 22, 2017 by Stratosphere

[maryam98 1,171]

Flex, can we do stories in real life with Tanki tanks coming to kill you sort of thing?

[Flexoo 6,980]

Yes. If you somehow incorporate anything Tanki related into the story, it can be set to any environment, even real life.

[maryam98 1,171]

K thanks, that’s nice :) already got a slight plot thought out :)

[I3.R.0 1,700]

I prefer writing it in some google docs. Is that Okay? I'll prove it in someway that story is mine.

Is it necessary for the story to be Tanki related? 

Edited October 23, 2017 by I3.R.0

[Flexoo 6,980]

I prefer writing it in some google docs. Is that Okay? I'll prove it in someway that story is mine.

Is it necessary for the story to be Tanki related? 

It doesn't matter where will you write. The only requirement is to post it in the google form linked above. And yes it must be Tanki related in some way.

[Tequile 276]

how you expact us to write a scary story and conect it to tanki?

[Flexoo 6,980]

Use your imagination.

[Tequile 276]

Use your imagination.

i'll try :)

[maryam98 1,171]

800 words...

[Tequile 276]

800 words...

yea.. not enough :D

[maryam98 1,171]

yea.. not enough :D

Yep, I had got to the start of my draft and used up 200 already :d

[Flexoo 6,980]

Well, you can potentially go up to 1 000 words. As stated in the rules, you can make it slightly shorter or longer (+/- 200 words). I will also link you this article written by tweezers; http://en.tankiforum.com/index.php?showtopic=349270. It's a perfect example of compact, powerful story that unfolds in few perfect paragraphs.

[Good.Of.XP 0]

I was going through my tanks, so I just went to gold and then I went to go to gilde and go to gilde and no one was there and they suddenly broke my heart and took the golf and then disappeared again That was my true story

[Arceus-M 50]

I was going through my tanks, so I just went to gold and then I went to go to gilde and go to gilde and no one was there and they suddenly broke my heart and took the golf and then disappeared again That was my true story

U need to Write / Apply Ur story Via This Form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScrceuPLcuiqLyTs-8GNysvtSUutJwzWhfEOhpMNPHVPKaz5w/viewform?usp=sf_link

 

Other wize It will not count and people might steel it :)

[REDOUANE78190 836]

Hi Happy Halloween guys and girls. Good Luck

[BlackEliteEnemy2 250]

The vampiristic BlackEliteEnemy2 will take a part in this ghostly skeletoned contest!
Aware of IT!

Mwahahahaha

[Possibility 282]

If I lose... THIS THING IS RIGGED. 

[Darkest 158]

Does it have to be about Tanks, or can it be about humans too? Its not very scary when you're using words like "hulls" or "turrets". I tried it mutliple times with other peoples stories by switching out certain words with Tanki related vocabulary, and it just sounded stupid. 

 

P.S. I do not plan on using anyone else's story for the contest I just used it to see how it would sound with Tanki vocab.

[intestinito 335]

Yay i got an idea :D but i'll get a ban forever if my story is similar to others? That's the scary part of this :"v

[JaafarXX 2]

Can it be made up?