Contest [Issue 70] Continue The Story - Edition IV

[Flexoo 6,980]

Sorry I should clarify. I'm 1 word below the maximum limit. So 899 words excluding title. If the word count includes the title I'm over.

Title won't be counted. Just the story itself.

[r_H_U_N_T_E_D1 2]

​My entry: 704 words. Enjoy!

​From H_U_N_T_E_D

 

 

 

As the clock hit 13 O’clock and the winter sky plummeted into a vortex of darkness, it had begun. Amongst the shredded oak trees and discoloured water of ‘Sharewood swamp’, lays the abandoned experimental DNA power plant hidden by its horrific history to keep all of humanity safe.

It was abandoned after the machinery had exploded into vast pieces of microscopic, unwanted isotopes; causing a chemical reaction, that no man or woman, has ever seen. Bacteria growing in a carbon-15 culture rapidly replicated by binary fission, leaving all workers vaporised and leaving the experimental DNA power plant with a scary, supernatural and suspicious infrastructure to haunt any visitors in the future.

Many decades later, the bacteria had evolved into an independent specimen which ruled the experimental DNA power plant. However, there was still one man remaining. His creamy white spots covered his face like a monsoon and his twisted ears lurked deceitfulness. He developed nanotechnology which could revolutionise the entire world as we know. This man's passion was sharp as a sword. He was a mad scientist. Devilish and creepy.

Nevertheless, this man was a genius, a spectacle of humanity. He had experienced many failures and some success. But, this next project was the most fearsome and terrifying that he will face in all of eternity. After countless years of thinking and tedious mind games, it was time to implement phase 1 of the project. The laboratory was filled with vicious, toxic chemicals that could vaporise anyone in a millisecond. Plastic walls containing cracks, broken structures and rot gives the impression of a wicked atmosphere.

The laboratory smelt like distorted experimental bodies of victims who have failed to withstand the chemical reactions. As he laid down the apparatus on to a rough and brittle table, it tasted like hell and troglodytes. The churning of chemicals inside the flasks and the creation of liquid solutes filled him with desire and passion. Chemical reactions were spreading like wildfire. Could this have been what happened to the DNA power plant decades ago? Bang! Glass shattered onto every inch of the laboratory making it impossible to escape. Radioactive isotopes resumed their half-life. The chemical reaction had completed, a green like substance filled with nanotechnology (that he developed) and microscopic specimens. Glycolipids pointed out of the green substance like cannons shooting at the surroundings. No one knew the power of this green substance.

To begin with, the mad scientist tested this substance on tanks to see what changes in the physical environment of its speed, design, protection and performance in different climates and environments. There was no effect on the tanks. The mad scientist though “why didn’t it work?”

The lucky tanks had survived the experiment, they were pleased not to get destroyed or obliterated during the experiment.

Consequently, the mad scientist was furious from the results of the green substance. This anger drove him to discover/create new substances, almost destroying the DNA power plant again. Eventually, the mad scientist came up with a solution (after about 4 years), after mixing liquid nitrogen with other elements created a red-blooded solute that burned anything within a 10cm radius. Five more fearless, strong and brave tanks stepped up into the laboratory and awaited the experiment to begin. The tanks were separated from each other to maintain a relaxing, controlled environment for the experiment.

First, the scientist dropped two spatulas of magnesium sulphate covering the tanks in a shiny sliver glade which smelt like burnt coal. Then, the scientist inserted two electrodes into the top chambers of the tanks, giving them a nasty electric shock. Finally, the red-blooded solute was slowly dripped on to the tanks. Suddenly, the several tanks exploded into a enormous centrifuge sending parts of the tank flying in all directions. Smoke escaped from the trap dead souls of machinery. The scientist stood in shock and surprise, he ran to save the few remaining tanks.

But it was too late, all of the tanks had exploded, making the air unbreathable. The scientist was gasping for air. Running with all of his strength. The laboratory exploded into an electrical storm, releasing nasty and harmful gases from within the broken basin of the centrifuge. Was this the end for the scientist?...

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Edited January 1, 2018 by r_H_U_N_T_E_D1

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Title won't be counted. Just the story itself.

Thanks

[BabyG0D 106]

 

The Experiment

Chapter 1: Exploding Centrifuge

 

 

Picture from: https://tribkcpq.fil...70&h=204&crop=1

 

As the clock hit 13 O’clock and the winter sky plummeted into a vortex of darkness, it had begun. Amongst the shredded oak trees and discoloured water of ‘Sharewood swamp’, lays the abandoned experimental DNA power plant hidden by its horrific history to keep all of humanity safe. It was abandoned after the machinery had exploded into vast pieces of microscopic, unwanted isotopes; causing a chemical reaction, that no man or woman, has ever seen. Bacteria growing in a carbon-15 culture rapidly replicated by binary fission, leaving all workers vaporised and leaving the experimental DNA power plant with a scary, supernatural and suspicious infrastructure to haunt any visitors in the future.

 

Many decades later, the bacteria had evolved into an independent specimen who rules the experimental DNA power plant. However, there was still one man remaining. As his creamy white spots covered his face like a monsoon and his twisted ears showing deceitfulness, he developed nanotechnology which could revolutionise the entire world as we know. This man had: a nose sharp as a sword, crusty lips and eyebrows as hairy as a gorilla.

 

Nevertheless, this man was a genius, a spectacle of humanity. He had experienced many failures and some success. But, this next project was the most fearsome, terrifying and unexpected that he will ever face in all of eternity.

 

After countless years of thinking and tedious mind games, it was time to implement phase 1 of the project. The laboratory was filled with vicious, toxic chemicals that could vaporise anyone in a millisecond; un-maintained walls containing cracks, broken structures and rot which would make you vomit. It smelt like old, rotten experimental bodies of victims who have failed to withstand the chemical reactions. As he laid down the apparatus on to a rough, brittle table; it tasted like hell and troglodytes. The churning of glass flasks and liquid solutes filled him with desire and passion. He was a mad scientist. Devilish and creepy.

 

Chemical reactions were spreading like wildfire; could this have been what happened to the DNA power plant decades ago? Explosions. Bang, Bang! Glass shattered onto every inch of the laboratory making it impossible to escape. Was this the end for the mad scientist?...

 

Radioactive isotopes resumed their half-life. The chemical reaction had completed creating a green like substance filled with nanotechnology and microscopic specimens that have been created during the chemical reaction. Glycolipids pointed out of the green substance like cannons.

 

However, no one knew the power of this green substance. To begin with, the mad scientist tested this substance on tanks to see what changes in the physical environment of its speed, design, protection and performance in different climates and environments. There was no effect on the tank. The mad scientist though “why didn’t it work?”

 

The lucky tank had survived the experiment and was pleased that it wasn’t destroyed or obliterated during the experiment. Consequently, the mad scientist kept making new substances, almost destroying the DNA power plant again.

 

Eventually, the mad scientist came up with a solution (after about 4 years) after mixing liquid nitrogen with other elements creating a red-blooded solute that burned anything within a 10cm radius. Five more fearless, strong and brave tanks stepped up into the laboratory and awaited the experiment to begin. The tanks were separated from each other to maintain a relaxing, controlled environment for the experiment.

 

First, the scientist dropped two spatulas of magnesium sulphate covering the tanks in a sliver glade which smelt like charcoal after being used underneath a chargrill. Then, the scientist inserted two electrodes on to the tops of the tank.

 

Finally, the red-blooded substance was dripped on to the tank and left to stand for a few minutes. Suddenly, the tanks exploded into a centrifuge leaving parts of the tank (with less density) flying in all different directions, smoke escaping the trap mechanisms of the tank, as the scientific stood in shock and surprise, he ran to save the other four tanks. But it was too late, all of them had exploded into dangerous elements that made the air unbreathable and the scientist was gasping for oxygen while running before the whole laboratory explodes releasing nasty and harmful gases from the centrifuge inside of the laboratory. Was this the end for the scientist?...

 

​712 Words not including title.

​From H_U_N_T_E_D

 

Nice story but i believe you should proof read once .... all the best :)

 

P.s. I hope this topic is open to suggestions.. since we all love to write

Edited December 31, 2017 by BabyG0D

[r_H_U_N_T_E_D1 2]

Nice story but i believe you should proof read once .... all the best :)

 

P.s. I hope this topic is open to suggestions.. since we all love to write

Thanks for the advice, I must be bad at proof reading, I will try again in more depth. :)

[Ninjago_44 1]

The tale of a tanker
 

Chapter one: A strange morning
After Hank got up, he directly turned his notebook on. He was nervous and did not even have time for breakfast. His notebook was not the best, though, and the connection was even worse, which might be possible reasons for lags when being in a battle. Sometimes Hank did just not care about it because in his opinion it is more important to live in the reality. But today it was something different. Today was an important day. Today he has to perform, has to show his skills. And he is talented, without a doubt. Tanks are his life. That is why he went to the army and became tank driver in the US Army. Not because of killing enemies, either of being a hero. He was interested in the function of tanks and how they work in battles. And Hank loved the adrenalin that spread through his body and gave him energy when the action was going on.
The ringtone of his smartphone brought him back to the reality. His friend Dave is phoning him.
“Hey, Hank, what´s up?”
“Oh, I just woke up and turned my notebook on. Ready for battle?” Hank wanted to know.
“Of course. Today is our day. Let us destroy some tanks!”
“Yes, let us meet at Valley for training.”
“Okay, I will come in about 30 minutes.”
“See you there, bye!” Hank canceled the connection, got some coffee and toast and prepared for the final. His team had to win the championship. After he finished his daily missions, he waited for Dave more than 40 minutes in the chat.
Damn, we agreed to meet at Valley CTF. Where are you, Dave? Dave was not online, so Hank sent a text message to him. Where are you? I thought that we would meet in a battle? He also knew that Dave is very reliable and never too late. What was going on here?
He dialed his number and waited, but Dave was not on the phone. Strange.
Hank decided to find out what has happened. Maybe Dave was ill. But he would have mentioned it on the phone. Or even worse; He was attacked. By a fistful of assassins? Possible, the Iranians were unpredictable. Hank had to find it out.
He put his jacket and his helmet on and took the keys of his tank: In case of an attack he had to be prepared.
A group of civilians watched him suspiciously when he drove out of the garage. The ceasefire lasted over 2 months and the Iranians feared the Americans breaking it.
After he crossed a small road, Hank and his tank got to the main street of the city.
“Damn” he said. “Not the Major!”
About 30 yards next to him there was a small group of soldiers. Major Connor, his direct superior, explained something to the soldiers. And it did not take very long to discover the huge ‘Hunter’ of Hank.
“Hey! Who is this?!” Major Connor pointed at Hank.
“Sir, this is Captain Hank Gibbs. He is the one we were looking for.”
“HEY! Captain Gibbs, come over here!” The Major shouted. Some kids stopped playing with an old ball and looked at the soldiers. Their parents called their names. The children ran into a small bungalow quickly.
Hank navigated his tank towards Major Connor and the others and got out of it. At that moment he recognized his friend Dave. Hank was pretty relieved and glad to see him alive. But they did not greet each other.
“What are you doing here, Captain?!” Connor was quite upset.
“Sir, I just wanted to look whether something happened here.”
“Well, you just wanted to look whether something happened?! Why are you still here while your fellow soldiers assembled at the valley?!” He was very angry right now.
“Sir, I was looking for Captain Wilson” Hank looked at Dave. “I could not reach him, so I wanted to find out where he is. I am sorry, sir, I will never miss one more command.”
“We do not have time for explanations right now. Captain Gibbs and Captain Wilson, you will go to the valley with your tanks, the rest will go with me back to the barracks!”
“Yes, sir!” they said.
“Hey, Hank, where have you been?” Dave wanted to know.
“I waited for you in a Valley CTF and forgot that we had to assemble in the valley down the city.”
“Bro, you are definitely playing too much Tanki Online!”

 

[btw: I´m not native speaker :-)]

Word count: 754

[You.Have.to.die 519]

The tale of a tanker

 

 

Chapter one: A strange morning

After Hank got up, he directly turned his notebook on. He was nervous and did not even have time for breakfast. His notebook was not the best, though, and the connection was even worse, which might be possible reasons for lags when being in a battle. Sometimes Hank did just not care about it because in his opinion it is more important to live in the reality. But today it was something different. Today was an important day. Today he has to perform, has to show his skills. And he is talented, without a doubt. Tanks are his life. That is why he went to the army and became tank driver in the US Army. Not because of killing enemies, either of being a hero. He was interested in the function of tanks and how they work in battles. And Hank loved the adrenalin that spread through his body and gave him energy when the action was going on.

The ringtone of his smartphone brought him back to the reality. His friend Dave is phoning him.

“Hey, Hank, what´s up?”

“Oh, I just woke up and turned my notebook on. Ready for battle?” Hank wanted to know.

“Of course. Today is our day. Let us destroy some tanks!”

“Yes, let us meet at Valley for training.”

“Okay, I will come in about 30 minutes.”

“See you there, bye!” Hank canceled the connection, got some coffee and toast and prepared for the final. His team had to win the championship. After he finished his daily missions, he waited for Dave more than 40 minutes in the chat.

Damn, we agreed to meet at Valley CTF. Where are you, Dave? Dave was not online, so Hank sent a text message to him. Where are you? I thought that we would meet in a battle? He also knew that Dave is very reliable and never too late. What was going on here?

He dialed his number and waited, but Dave was not on the phone. Strange.

Hank decided to find out what has happened. Maybe Dave was ill. But he would have mentioned it on the phone. Or even worse; He was attacked. By a fistful of assassins? Possible, the Iranians were unpredictable. Hank had to find it out.

He put his jacket and his helmet on and took the keys of his tank: In case of an attack he had to be prepared.

A group of civilians watched him suspiciously when he drove out of the garage. The ceasefire lasted over 2 months and the Iranians feared the Americans breaking it.

After he crossed a small road, Hank and his tank got to the main street of the city.

“Damn” he said. “Not the Major!”

About 30 yards next to him there was a small group of soldiers. Major Connor, his direct superior, explained something to the soldiers. And it did not take very long to discover the huge ‘Hunter’ of Hank.

“Hey! Who is this?!” Major Connor pointed at Hank.

“Sir, this is Captain Hank Gibbs. He is the one we were looking for.”

“HEY! Captain Gibbs, come over here!” The Major shouted. Some kids stopped playing with an old ball and looked at the soldiers. Their parents called their names. The children ran into a small bungalow quickly.

Hank navigated his tank towards Major Connor and the others and got out of it. At that moment he recognized his friend Dave. Hank was pretty relieved and glad to see him alive. But they did not greet each other.

“What are you doing here, Captain?!” Connor was quite upset.

“Sir, I just wanted to look whether something happened here.”

“Well, you just wanted to look whether something happened?! Why are you still here while your fellow soldiers assembled at the valley?!” He was very angry right now.

“Sir, I was looking for Captain Wilson” Hank looked at Dave. “I could not reach him, so I wanted to find out where he is. I am sorry, sir, I will never miss one more command.”

“We do not have time for explanations right now. Captain Gibbs and Captain Wilson, you will go to the valley with your tanks, the rest will go with me back to the barracks!”

“Yes, sir!” they said.

“Hey, Hank, where have you been?” Dave wanted to know.

“I waited for you in a Valley CTF and forgot that we had to assemble in the valley down the city.”

“Bro, you are definitely playing too much Tanki Online!”

 

[btw: I´m not native speaker :-)]

 

Word count: 754

Creative story! However, try using paragraphs next time because it is difficult to read as one big block of text. Edited January 1, 2018 by You.Have.to.die

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Hey guys,

 

This is my entry :D Any feedback is appreciated! Criticism is not welcome :ph34r:

 

A Boy, A Game and A War

 

 

 

06:06 December 25th 2037----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 

THUD. THUD. THUD.

“5 more minutes mum.” Jake murmured in his sleep.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

This time Jake's eyes snapped open. He rolled over, only to find no bed beneath him and with a crash landed on the floor in a heap.

He staggered to his feet and his eyes widened when he glanced at his alarm clock. It read 06:07.

“Holy tanks on a cracker!” He exclaimed. Jake was late.

 

THUD. THUD. THUD.

“I'm coming!” He shouted as he stumbled around the room with a shoe in one hand while trying to put a sock on with the other.

He yanked open the door and a brawny soldier towered in front of him blocking the entrance. His fist was raised ready to pound the door again. Jake craned his neck and just about caught a flicker of annoyance before it was wiped out by the emotionless face that stared back at him.

“You're late,” said the soldier in a steely voice. Without another word he turned on his heels and marched down the corridor.

Jake composed himself before following him quickly. They approached a glass lift at the end of the passage which opened automatically and the soldier stepped in without checking to see if Jake was following. As soon as they were both in, a red laser scanned the lift checking its passengers before the doors closed. With a hum, the lift started moving up.

They were in the tallest skyscraper in the world, and so naturally the architects had made sure the lift was made out of glass so people could admire the view of the entire city as you moved up. Jake knew that the lift would take 12 minutes to get to the top, and knowing what was waiting for him, he was glad that he could have those extra few minutes to collect his thoughts. Snow fell gently on the peaceful city below. It seemed like a such a shame that there was nobody left in the city to appreciate it.

Looks like I got the white Christmas I wanted, he thought bitterly. He let his mind wander to a few months ago when his world had been turned upside down...

 

 

13:25 October 25th 2037----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 

“What's on the news?” Jake's dad walked into the living room asking the girls the change the channel. Jake had just finished his Christmas wish list and had jokingly put down “snow” as the last item knowing that there hadn't been snow in London on Christmas day for 100 years.

It was one of those rare days when all his family were gathered together in one room. Jake's mum and two sisters were watching a show. He couldn't remember what it was called but he knew it was annoying and he didn't want to watch it.

Jake had already turned on his laptop in the corner, blasting his keyboard to make a double kill on Tanki Online. In real life he didn't have many friends, but in Tanki he was the clan leader and a legend of the most successful EN clan. His clan had recently won the most major eSports trophy and with it came a cash prize (which may have been the only reason Jake's mom let him play after he bought her expensive perfume with some of the money). The win was well deserved and something out of a dream as they had fought a hard comeback from 0-2 down to win 3-2 in a tie-breaker round and beat the favourites.

“Jake, can you get off that game for a minute?” His mother tried for the millionth time to get him off Tanki and back to real life. The bribe with the perfume only went so far.

“In a minute mum. The battle's almost done.” Jake for the millionth time gave the same reply.

“Arthur can you tell your son to get off Tanki? Arthur?” Jake's dad was pale as he sat glued to the TV and turned the volume up. Jake looked up from his screen.

“...have just received breaking news that North Korea have declared war on England. Their nuclear weapons are currently aimed at our country and are ready to fire. This is not a drill.” The reporter seemed to be shouting now. “I repeat this is not a drill. Everyone in the city- evacuate now!”

It was a while before somebody moved.

 

 

Late in the night, soldiers came to the cottage in the countryside the family had temporarily moved into. The chief explained to his father how a treaty had been organised with North Korea.

 

“It seems they haven't just been working on nuclear weapons, but a Tanki Online team as well. Yes that's right the online game. The war will be decided by a Tanki Online battle on Christmas day.” The chief looked glum as he revealed the news.

“Wha-what are you saying?” Jake's dad asked slowly.

“What I'm saying is we need our best players to form a team.” The chief looked at Jake with pity in his eyes, then back to his father. “Sir, we need your son...”.

 

 

06:21 December 25th 2037----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake was cut off from his thoughts as the lift started to slow down. He took deep breaths trying to settle his nerves and prepare himself for what was on the other side.

PING!

The lift doors opened…

 

 

Word Count: 899 words ( B) )

Edited January 3, 2018 by GrandExecutioner

[I3.R.0 1,700]

My Entry - (Hope you like it)

 

 

The Nightmare

December 21 2010 -

It was a really pleasant day, we had shifted from Southampton to London, a place anyone would love to visit. We had our own bungalow, a huge one, thanks to my dad, all this was the outcome of his hard work. Let's not forget mom's sacrifices too, she has played a huge part in dad's success as well. I (James Smith) am a 14 year old Englishman, who has spent his childhood in Southampton and now has come to London to complete his high school studies.

 

It didn't take much time for us to adjust the school stuff, though it was really difficult because I had given my word that I'd complete the entire syllabus within 3 months so that I'm prepared for exams. However good things may be, it takes time to adjust to them. Time went by and we were getting adapted to the conditions.

 

December 24 2010 -

Three days at the new home. Life was comfortable but at the same time, I felt somewhat disturbed at the new place. I always wanted to have a huge big room for myself, which only had my own stuff and nothing else. When I had it, I felt like, well..it's not as good as expected. There was nothing to do. The main problem was - I had NO FRIENDS. Back in Southampton, it was buzzy all around and so noisy to the core, that I'd not be able to concentrate on my studies because of my friends playing Cricket and here, it was totally an inversion. No noise whatsoever. The lawn was big enough that I could play golf or cricket with my friends. It was Christmas Eve and there was no Santa. I always used to wait for Santa back in Southampton. I was sad and I just sat at one corner playing chess with computer. Chess, then comics and then back to chess. The time went very slow indeed. To add salt to injury, my mom and dad decided to go back to Southampton to perform some official formalities. My Mom said "Jimmy, we are leaving. Don't create a havoc, we'll be back home by 3 or 4 days. I know it's difficult to stay alone but you are not a kid anymore right? Take care baby." I thought "WHAT 4 DAYS? That's 96 HOURS! That's 5760 MINUTES! OMG That's DEADLY 345600 seconds!" and said, "Mommy are you kidding me? I can't stay alone in this place. It's so big and no one is with me. It's like a haunted house." Mom replied (helplessly shaking her head) "Sorry son, we got no alternative. The official people need the presence of both of us, or else I'd have preferred staying back. Anyways, we got to go now. Take care".

 

That Night -

It was 9 at night and I decided to dine then. Mom had already kept the dinner ready at the table for me. After eating, I decided to call up my immediate friend Robert. We talked for more or less 2 hours. It was approximately 2330 by then. I went to my bed and wished I could sleep ASAP. I've always felt afraid of staying alone. Surprisingly, I started hearing noises of dogs barking around. I thought, "Well, I have someone to give me company huh?" I opened the window of my room and gave a sneak peak out of the balcony. To my surprise, I found nothing. I closed the window and entered inside. Hey wait, I heard something again. This time it was sound of many dogs barking together and I also heard the sound of some bird in the middle, probably some owl. I could also hear wind blow as if a cyclone was near. I opened the window and whaa? Nothing is there. I closed the window and sound begins again. I got mad and I started weeping for help. I started searching up each and every corner of the big bungalow for something which could help me, but to no avail. I went to the main door running and vohla! The door was locked. I became even more depressed. The sound had decreased but I was still scared. I started running again and ended up coming near the so called conference room. My dad said that its lock was old and tight, which needs to be fixed. Suddenly I saw that the noise frequency had increased even more. I ran back to my room and I noticed that the sound frequency decreased. I concluded that there was some clue in that conference room. I decided to open it. I pushed it, hit it but in vain. I was scared but I was also curious to know what the truth was. I gave it a huge smack and bang, the door opened. I entered the room and ............

 

 

Word Count - 805

Edited January 5, 2018 by I3.R.0

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

Lol the other stories are great

Mine: generic -_-

[Aerodynamics 10]

Here is my entry! Enjoy!

 

 

The Enigma

It all started on the day that everything ended.

A faint shaft of sunlight penetrated Alexander’s bedroom through the slit in his green velvet curtains. As the beam of light played across the boy’s young features, his eyes cracked open lazily, and he waved his hand in front of him to swat away the sunlight. When this did not work, Alexander groaned and turned onto his side. Suddenly, a thought entered his mind - It’s Sunday! All signs of drowsiness and lethargy left the teenager as he hurled his bedsheets off and sprinted out of his room, straight towards the office. He slowed his pace to a light hop as he neared his parents' room, careful not to awaken them, before resuming his sprint once again when their loud snores were out of earshot.

As Alexander silently padded into the office, he threw himself into the swivelling chair at his father’s desk and turned on the Windows desktop computer excitedly. After what felt like an eternity, Alexander opened the browser and typed in tankionline.com. The new tab screen immediately shifted into a metallic grey, and the green loading bar for Tanki Online appeared. Alexander grinned in anticipation. He was only four hundred experience points away from becoming a Legend 1!

Alexander entered the game before proceeding to create a private 12-person Stadium DM battle, inviting all of his favourite friends. The battle entry slots filled quickly with eager players, and soon enough Stadium was filled with tanks of all shapes and sizes. Alexander did not notice when a thirteenth slot appeared at the bottom of the list, and a new, uninvited player joined.

Being a generalissimo, Alexander was skilled with all turrets and hulls, most especially railgun and wasp. He twirled through the battlefield, killing nearly two enemies with every shot. However, Alexander was too busy looking at his experience bar to notice that another player - one he had not invited to the battle - had made twice the kills he had, and was following him. Alexander made quick progress - 200 experience points left, 100, 75, 50, 30, 10… Alexander needed one more kill to become a legend!

Out of the blue, a strange railgun shot, a purple one, slammed into Alexander’s tank, draining his full health bar in one shot. Alexander roared in frustration, his eyes flying to the top left of his screen to see who killed him. His anger quickly turned to confusion when he read the words Enigma has destroyed alexander333. Who was Enigma? He had no friend with such a name, and he had most definitely not invited one to this battle.

As he respawned, Alexander made his way to the top of the balustrade overlooking Stadium, and searched for Enigma. Sure enough, he saw a tank with railgun and hornet bearing a strange purple vortex paint. The tank, as if sensing Alexander’s eyes on it, pirouetted gracefully and shot straight at Alexander. The latter barely had time to equip a double armor, but it still did no good. His tank exploded once again, and he respawned on the other side of the map. This time, Alexander was truly frightened. Who was Enigma?

He set his jaw and made a decision. If that noob wants to annoy me, I’ll get him back by killing him and ranking up in his face! Alexander equipped a double armor and did a barrel roll off of the jump in front of him, landing in front of Enigma. Enigma was preparing his shot, but Alexander had already fired, and his powerful shot made Enigma’s miss. Enigma seemed unfazed, and when Alexander’s M4 railgun was halfway charged, Enigma was already firing his next shot. Once again, Alexander’s tank exploded into a fiery carcass. Alexander screamed so loudly that he probably awoke his parents, but he did not care. He would get his revenge, if it meant firing a hundred shots at Enigma. He equipped a double damage and shot at Enigma from behind a wall. Enigma swerved to the side from the impact, before turning back to Alexander and firing. Alexander ducked behind the wall and returned fire. The shot hit Enigma again, but still he did not die. Instead, he drove at an unnatural speed towards Alexander’s tank. Alexander drove out to meet him. Enigma fired a ray from his railgun, but Alexander veered out of the way and dodged the shot. Alexander shot one last time - and killed Enigma. A ray of golden light surrounded the tank known as alexander333, and the silver symbol of the legend emerged from him like a beacon.

Alexander was not there to see it. As soon as he had killed Enigma, a splitting pain had filled his head, and he was filled with vertigo. When he opened his eyes, he was falling through a world of purple spirals, the same ones that had adorned Enigma’s tank. Suddenly, Alexander woke with a start. He was sitting in his chair, but - it didn’t swivel. And he wasn’t in the office. Instead, a massive array of dials and buttons surrounded him, and a strange plexiglass window stood in front of him. Alexander’s jaw fell open when he looked at through the window. He saw the same Stadium map from Tanki Online, but it looked more realistic - and it was at his scale. With dread, Alexander realized that he had entered the game!

 

 

898 words

Edited January 5, 2018 by Aerodynamics

[You.Have.to.die 519]

Insert spoiler please!

[BabyG0D 106]

Why have many written in the form of a diary entry .... am i missing out on something :o ??

 

shoulda told me if thats the way to win :P xDD

 

Edited January 5, 2018 by BabyG0D

[Magenta 5,165]

Firstly, is there a limit to the number or chapters that this contest is going to go into? I've a plot in my mind that, if it goes my way, should be like 8 chapters. 

 

Secondly, if someone wins the first round, can they win again in later rounds? Or maybe no, so as to prevent one guy from ending up writing the entire story?

 

Thirdly, who, and by what process, if any, decides the title of the final story?

[Flexoo 6,980]

Firstly, is there a limit to the number or chapters that this contest is going to go into? I've a plot in my mind that, if it goes my way, should be like 8 chapters.

 

It has not been decided yet, but I would prefer not to drag it more than 4-5 chapters.

 

Secondly, if someone wins the first round, can they win again in later rounds? Or maybe no, so as to prevent one guy from ending up writing the entire story?

 

Yes, winning author of the first chapter or any other chapter can win more than once.

 

Thirdly, who, and by what process, if any, decides the title of the final story?

 

I will most likely contact all winners and come to some sort of agreement with them.

[Magenta 5,165]

 

Firstly, is there a limit to the number or chapters that this contest is going to go into? I've a plot in my mind that, if it goes my way, should be like 8 chapters.

 

It has not been decided yet, but I would prefer not to drag it more than 4-5 chapters.

 

Secondly, if someone wins the first round, can they win again in later rounds? Or maybe no, so as to prevent one guy from ending up writing the entire story?

 

Yes, winning author of the first chapter or any other chapter can win more than once.

 

Thirdly, who, and by what process, if any, decides the title of the final story?

 

I will most likely contact all winners and come to some sort of agreement with them.

 

Sounds okay.

[Magenta 5,165]

Stranded In The Open

 

 

“Honey, would you like to go to Lisa’s and give the poor girl some company till I and your father are back?”

 

“I would love to, mom.”

 

The nanny had called up sick that morning, and the last thing Diana would do was to let her daughter be all alone in the house. What if something happened to Karen? What if there was some kind of accident? Where would she get help? No. She couldn’t, simply couldn’t let Karen be alone. Even children surrounded by servants met deadly accidents – did young Jake White not hemorrhage to death after slipping and falling head first on the stairs, in front of the butler?

 

“Alright, we’ll drop you.”

 

Karen felt her life was not her, but her parents’. Her mother was over-protective, and Karen felt suffocated. Diana would make her wear a mountain of sweaters at the slightest breeze, would hold her hand tight enough to leave red marks when in even a small crowd, and could not stand it when a boy stood within ten meters of her. For this reason, Karen was homeschooled.

 

And her father? Henry was a ruthless conservative patriarch to whom a ‘no’ was equivalent to poison. He exerted as much authority and power on his family as he did on the market as a businessman. While Karen’s friends often bragged about their boyfriends and their adventures, she herself led a lonely life with freedom as the only luxury she lacked. Karen was the only 15 year old who hadn’t smoked yet, as far as she knew.

 

Henry might be a modern businessman, but he wasn’t a modern father.

 

Karen wanted to be alone in the house, as her friends often did. Of course, inviting anyone and having some fun was a possibility as distant as the stars. But she didn’t say no when her mother asked her about going to Lisa – her mother would insist, and instead of Lisa, Karen might have to spend the afternoon with her horrid cousin Catherine.

 

“Hello, Ms. Gordon. How’s Lisa?” Karen inquired. She hadn’t seen Lisa for some time, and when she asked her mother about it, she found out that Lisa was sick, although the doctors weren’t entirely sure about what exactly the malady was. Lisa was Karen’s childhood playmate, and the only person Karen liked to be with. Her other ‘friends’ were all posh girls whose fathers Henry knew.

 

“Her fever has increased, and the medicines don’t seem to be working.”

 

“Oh, that’s terrible. Is she awake now?”

 

“Yes, do come in.”

 

While Ms. Gordon led her to Lisa’s bedroom, Karen caught Mr. Gordon’s eyes. He was sitting in front of his table in his study room, and seeing her, he got up and closed the door. His pointed chin and permanently angry eyebrows reminded her of a witch she had once seen in a picture book. He was Karen’s family’s lawyer, and she had often heard that all lawyers were blood sucking vampires who did shady business. Mr. Gordon’s looks certainly helped her belief.

 

“I thought you had forgotten me,” Lisa smiled. She was sitting on her bed, leaning against a pillow, sipping tea. She looked beautiful, except how uncharacteristically thin she was. But her hazel brown eyes hadn’t lost their dazzle. She had almost lost half her weight and strength, Karen observed. “You should have been with me. All I heard the past few days is my doctor whispering to my parents, and my own coughing. The birds learnt to fly, and even they have left me.” A pair of birds had set up a nest on the tree by Lisa’s window, and laid eggs. She and Karen had observed them - and the babies that hatched soon after - for several days.

 

She heard the familiar sound of engine of the Rolls Royce that her father owned, fading away. She already started dreading the moment when her parents would be back.

 

“So, tell me how much your life sucks,” asked Lisa.

 

“My parents have been worse than ever. Can’t you adopt me?” Karen jokingly asked.

 

“No, since you parents are alive, and since I’m only 16. But I’ll ask my father, nonetheless.” At that, both the girls erupted laughing. However, Lisa was soon seized by a fit of coughing. “This cough just keeps getting worse.”

 

“Have you been reading the news? What’s happening at Cuba terrifies me,” Karen shuddered at the very thought of the possibility of nuclear war.

 

“I hope they reach some kind of truce, and back away the nukes,” Lisa said worryingly.

 

Karen’s father disapproved of her thinking of and reading about politics. “Politics are not for girls,” he would say. She was not allowed to touch the newspaper, but she sometimes sneakily took a look while it was lying on the table.

 

Karen looked out of the window, and into the gray sky. If only she was born to a different set of parents. She didn’t care if they were poor, there were millions of girls like her who starved or didn’t have shoes. All she wanted was freedom. Was it too much to ask for?

 

Suddenly, there were loud thumps from the staircase that Lisa’s room was just next to, on the second floor. Mrs. Gordon came rushing through the door, forgetting to knock.

 

“Karen, there’s terrible news. Your parents have met with a terrible accident.”

 

897 word count.

Edited January 5, 2018 by Magenta

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