story Do Admins Get Incinerated? (Part II)

[Sacrifice 2,278]

Previously:

Dreams hint that admins do not leave when they retire, they probably get incinerated, which is why we never hear from them again. Trying to find a clear answer to this, Sacrifice sneaks in to the Newspaper office, only to find his deepest darkest fears become reality. After being caught by Yele and confronted by Flexoo, Sacrifice finally lets his guard down and exposes the truth about his findings...

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"Look, Flexoo, I know you are worried about Hexed getting incinerated and you are afraid you might be next but if you and I get together, we may be able to figure out a plan to save both of you and end this cruelty for once and for all!" I said, fully convinced that admins disappearing was not due to any other reason but that.

"Huh? What? Did I hear you right?" said Flexoo, after a long pause. Right as I was about to say something, I heard a knock on the door.

 

Without waiting for permission, a man entered the room, wearing a waist coat and tar-black formal shoes. He walked in to the room like he owned it. Wait... was that Hexed? The former Reporter admin walked up to us and broke the serious conversation.

 

"Hey Flexoo, where did kaisdf keep the cartoon I told him to keep for me? It contained some of the other documents I needed to take with me to my house." said Hexed.

"Well, I thi-"

"HEXED?! You're alive?! Weren't you supposed to be incinerated? Didn't you already get incinerated like the other former admins??" I said incredulously.

There was a long silence in the room. Hexed seemed even more taken aback than Flexoo. After what seemed like an eternity, Hexed spoke up.

"Uh Flexoo..? Who is this guy and why was he.. Um.. expecting me.. to be .. incinerated." said Hexed, still shocked.

 

"Sacrifice? Why do you think the admins get incinerated? That makes no sense. Whats going on?" Asked Flexoo.

I was just as confused as they were. My dream, the drawing, the red eyes, admins not coming back and leaving after one and a half years of service all pointed out to one thing - incineration.

"Don't admins get incinerated when they resign?" I asked. Just a regular question anyone might ask when they meet an admin.

"NO?!" Flexoo and Hexed said in a unison.

 

"Why would you think that?" asked Flexoo. I explained to them my dream, my suspicions and Flexoo's envelope. Were my dreams fake? I thought to myself.

"Sacrifice.. the dreams could have been a coincidence. You should have asked us straightaway. You shouldn't have even considered that kind of thing." said Hexed. "As far as the admins leaving after 1.5 years is concerned, its just a coincidence."

"As far as you are worried about my red eyes, it's just that after Hexed left, I have had so much work to look after at. Since kaisdf is busy reading Hexed's guide, How to become a Reporter Admin in 3 days, he is of no use. I will still have to wait another day till he finishes that. A lot of work gave me the red eyes, not Hexed's so-called incineration..." explained Flexoo.

"What about the red envelope with incinerator written on it? Isn't it the machine that you were studying so you could find out a way to save Hexed?" I tried asking.

 

"Oh yeah! That reminds me" said Flexoo, opening the envelope quickly.

"This is my new invention! You see, before Hexed decided he needed to get a real life and move on from Tanki Online, I was working on this masterpiece. I came up with an idea of a new turret. I was going to suggest my idea in the Ideas and Suggestions section of the forum. Goges.enze and I worked on this idea. He designed it and I came up with it. It is an incinerator. Not THE INCINERATOR. This is a special kind of turret, which turns the enemy tanks to ashes. It is unlike anything in TO right now. Isn't it amazing?" Flexoo asked me and Hexed.

 

"It is an interesting concept. I hope Maf approves it." said Hexed, voice still shaky from the whole incineration thing I came up with.

"Is that why it has IAS marked on the envelope with a red marker?" I asked.

"Yes. It is short for Ideas and Suggestions section of the forum." explained Flexoo.

 

I recalled my dream, incinerator and the admin paint Flame being incinerated. And here we have Flexoo coming with an idea of an incinerator. Everything made sense now! All the pieces fell together. A clear picture was formed. How could I have been so dumb?! 

 

"I understand my dream now" I exclaimed.

"Really? What is it?" asked Flexoo curiously.

"Oh please not me being incinerated, please God no." Hexed pleaded.

"No, no. My dream probably didn't mean the actual incineration. It was a hypothetical elaboration of the future. Maybe my dream did not mean admins being incinerated. Maybe it meant that an admin was going to come up with a new turret which was similar to an incinerator. A turret which would be approved by the admins and added to the game." I said, finally understanding my own words as I said them.

 

Flexoo's jaw dropped. Hexed was now relaxed and more interested in the conversation than he had been 5 minutes ago. 

"So does this mean I should post it in the IAS section?? Will I be famous?" asked Flexoo.

"Maybe. I don't know. But you really should post the idea." I said, still a bit confused.

"But Sacrifice, what about the paint being incinerated? What does that mean hypothetically? Can this mean Flexoo might be in danger?" Hexed said worriedly.

"Oh.. It.. could.. mean that too" my confusion increased.

"Guys, come on! Admins don't get incinerated, that I can guarantee!" said Flexoo. 

"How can you be so sure?" I asked him.

"I am still in touch with Lhamster and other admins" said Flexoo.

 

"Sacrifice.. Please don't mention the idea of admins being incinerated. I am one. However, there might be a reasonable explanation to your dream about the paint actually being incinerated. If it only meant Flexoo inventing a killer idea of a new turret then your dream should have ended before the incineration of my favorite paint." explained Hexed.

 

"Maybe. It seems clearly evident that admins don't get incinerated. I am sorry for causing you guys so much trouble. I should have been mature enough to discuss my dream openly and not act childishly," I said apologetically.

"It is okay man.. No worries. I am happy you admitted your mistake. All is chill now." said Hexed.

 

"Hexed, Sacrifice's so-called prophecy of an incinerated admins paint still bothers me..." said Flexoo.

"We can't do anything. Anything that is meant to happen, will happen. However, you shouldn't worry. You should get this published. Let us focus on that parts of the dream that we were able to decipher." explained Hexed.

"At least we understand the positive parts!" exclaimed Flexoo.

 

"Can this please stay between us? I don't want to look like a total fool in front of the other reporters." I asked them.

"Ah.. Don't worry about that" Said Flexoo. "I'll go and get this posted, and what has happened here will stay between us. It's our little secret. However, I would really like some space now, if you don't mind" said Flexoo.

"Ok! See you guys later." I said, making my way to the door.

 

Last thing I heard before I left was Hexed saying "I still didn't find my box, can you magically make it appear now, or do I have to waste my time and call kaisdf?". Admins can be so hectic sometimes. Today was a total mess. We learned new things, toured the press, met the battle mods, had tea with Flexoo and Hexed and found out that admins didn't get incinerated. A great day indeed.

 

Fast forward to a year later. Flexoo posted his idea and the admins loved it. Everything went just like we had deciphered from my dream. However there was one thing that didn't make sense at all and kept me bothered. That thing now made sense..

 

It was a normal day. I was drinking my cup of cofffee. Everything was peaceful until my house door burst open. There was a guy standing in the doorway, one hand by his side, and the other on the door handle. I almost jumped out of the window from shock... However, it was just Flexoo, and so there was no threat (for now).

 

Flexoo's face was bright red with anger. I couldn't understand why. The silence between us was getting uncomfortable now. Me sitting on the sofa like something had smacked me and Flexoo standing in the door like he had smacked someone. He finally broke the silence.

 

"You and your troll dreams!" said Flexoo angrily.

"What? Explain please" I asked and said.

"Remember when Hexed was leaving and you told us your dream?" asked Flexoo.

"Yeah... Why are you asking today?" I asked, clearly confused by his questioning.

"Remember we deciphered half of it and let half of it rest on the hands of fate?" asked Flexoo, clearly annoyed by my reply. 

"Yeah…?" I said. I didn't dare question him now. After all, he had the authority to punch me in the face because he was angry and I was in no state to retaliate.

 

"I now understand the other half" said Flexoo.

"What is it...?" I said.

"Whenever I join a battle, an Incinerator incinerates my tank. Imagine, my own invention killing ME. For the last 3 MONTHS, I haven't killed a single tank because I get incinerated before I can even press space. My DL has fallen into negatives. It is so low that the ratings site can't cope any more... You know how the ratings site was down during the new modification update? Well fixing GS was just a cover for the actual reason - fixing my ratings page!" said Flexoo.

I laughed. "Flexoo making history here!" I sarcastically said.

 

The rest of what happened is a little secret between me and Flexoo. However, just know that it is best to never get on his bad side, EVER. 

 

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Tribute:

No admins were incinerated during the production of this story. This is a fictional article of comedy and drama genre. I would like to dedicate this to Hexed and Flexoo, the former Reporter Admins. You have definitely brought a massive positive change in the community with your presence. I didn't know you personally or professionally, but it was fun having you around the forum. It really hurt me when I found out about you leaving. Also, I would like to mention former Forum administrator CooperO too. 

 

[kaisdf 3,320]

This week brings you the hilarious finale of @Sacrifice's story about a nightmarish dream involving admins and incinerators. Check it out for a light-hearted distraction from current events!

[Regency 2,099]

[ILiveOnTheChatBox123 936]

On 1/18/2020 at 9:19 AM, Sacrifice said:

 

Spoiler

 

DISCLAIMER:

"Do admins get incinerated?" is a short story which features Sacrifice and his quest to find the truth behind the disappearance of the admins. Incineration, Flexoo's office and the enchanted board - there is a lot going on in the Reporter's Press that the general public is unaware of. Many dark secrets are finally going to brought to the general public's eye by Sacrifice. Its okay, you can thank me later. The story depicted, personalities of characters and events are all fictional. Any resemblance is a mere coincidence. 

 

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I have always wondered why the admins leave. I mean, I have come across stuff like "I am leaving Tanki Online so that I can move on in my life", but I didn't quite believe that, though I do admit that the reason is quite convincing. However, I had always wondered what the other side of the picture might be. 

 

Recently, I had been having some really bad dreams. In this dream, I saw the Flame paint being seated on an incinerator and being turned to ash. Strange? The flame paint is handed out only to admins. Even stranger? I had been having this dream for the past three days. I don't want to believe it, but maybe it is the truth. Maybe the admins simply got incinerated rather than leaving the Tankiverse to get a real life.

 

I knew something wasn't right. Why do all the newspaper reporter admins have to leave after a year and a half of their service? Mind boggling question, isn't it? So, last week, when my friends pythor20000 and Person_Random invited me to visit the newspaper printing press of TO, I availed the opportunity and vowed to myself to find out the truth once and for all. 

 

I packed my bag and took my journal, as well as a camera disguised as a pen. I knew I had to go to great lengths and may even have to endanger my own life to unleash the truth, but I would have to do it. 

 

So there I was, going undercover into the printing press. I was greeted warmly by PR (Person_Random) and Pythor. My heart ached. What if my speculations about the admins, the incineration and stuff - what if it was all true? The next in line after the admins are the very reporters of the team. They are my friends. I can't stand them being incinerated. NO. They are too young for this to happen. I have to keep my guard up. I have to do this. 

 

They took me inside the press, which was ordinary just like any press I had been to. There were ten printing machines lined on one side and ten desks on the other side, and a wide pathway in between that lead straight to the admin’s office. There was only one admin present at any time of the day. PR had given me the general guidelines before I came. The desks were nearly empty but they were a great mess. PR told me that reporters sometimes work overtime to complete their articles. 

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"Is the workload too much?" I asked.

 

"No, we just tend to procrastinate a lot." replied PR. 

 

"Procrastination, huh? Something I can definitely relate to" I said sarcastically, clearly hiding my disturbance because my worst nightmares about admins being incinerated and their ashes thrown into the endless madness only seemed closer to coming true.

 

While I was still immersed in my thoughts, PR started saying something about newspapers, printing, art and ponies. WAIT PONIES? Did I hear that right? Well, that explains his rainbow shoes. Pythor had already left us at the gate, saying he had some important work to attend to. While we were making our way to the admins office, Tidebreaker suddenly jumped in front of me and yelled 'SACRIFICE!' so loud that for a moment I thought that I had been caught and my camera pen had revealed me and I should run because if developers find out about me spying they might write my name next on the incineration list. Gosh, this was so terrifying. Just as I was about to make a run for my dear life, Tidebreaker hugged me so hard that incineration didn't seem like a bad idea anymore. My ribs were crushed and all the air was pumped out of my lungs.

 

"I am so glad to see you, bro! We can finally meet!" said while still crushing my ribs. 

 

"Air... Oxygen... Somebody... 911" I was saying it in a tone that clearly suggested I was soon about to leave mankind for good. 

 

Just before it was official that I was going to die, Tidebreaker released me and looked at PR. If he was going to hug him too and if I were PR, I'd run to admins office, lock it and hide under the admin's table. But instead they went for a bro handshake and greeted each other cheerfully. I would have settled for that rather than having my ribs crushed. Tidebreaker sure was a well built guy. 

 

"Aren't you a bit early today?" asked PR.

 

"Well, you know, Hexed is leaving and I gotta work on an article for the next week's release. Things are different now because we are short of a reporter since kaisdf has been promoted to an admin," Tidebreaker said in a single breath. 

 

While they were chitchatting and catching up on yesterday's work, I decided to give them space and started touring the huge hall myself. I went to the board that hung on the wall right outside the admin's office. The board was very well decorated. There was a list of all the previous admins on one corner and a list of all the reporters on the other side. A collage of various moments throughout the decade hung in the middle. It was a huge board. I saw a picture of a younger LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH holding a crystal coupon and a piece of paper (What may have been his very first article) and smiling at the camera. All the wonderful moments of all the people associated with the team were held on the board in the form of a picture with the help of pins.

 

I was scanning the board for any clues, moving left and right again and again, slowly, so that the pen in my pocket could catch the whole board. So that I can have a further look at in when I get out of the press. Just as I was looking at what seemed to be a picture of a round table conference of newspaper team, PR popped up right next to me. 

 

"The board has a special enchantment," said PR.

 

"Special enchantment?" I asked in a way that showed my confusion very well.

 

"Yes. All of the wonderful moments of any person attached to the newspaper team, magically appear on this board. We don't have to take any pictures. Our most special moments automatically make their way to this board. It was a gift from the developers." explained PR with a small smile on his face.

 

PR further explained, pointing to the center of the board, "Here is a picture of Hippin when he was in Hawaii. He really loves Hawaii. That is what motivated him to include it in his pen name. Right next to him, you will see Tide breaking the tides while he is surfing in the sea. Hence the name Tidebreaker. Over here you will see me writing random personal letters and sending it to people for fun, hence the name Person_Random. Right next to him you will see Spy on a secret mission (A picture of Spy spying an esports match)."

 

As he continued to explain, I wondered if I ever joined the team - would there be a picture of me standing with a knife over a pool of blood? A disturbing thought to have. 

 

After explaining a couple more of pictures and Polaroids to me from the board, he decided we should meet Flexoo (The admin who was currently on duty). He opened the door and asked Flexoo if we could come in. There was not much to say about my meeting with Flexoo. Here is a summary of it:

 

Flexoo...Table...On chair... Hair standing upwards... Loose tie... Always about to yell at anyone for anything... A huge pile of articles that need to be reviewed... Red eyes... Me .. You may leave now ... Okay.

 

Meeting Flexoo showed me just how busy the admins are. However, to me, there seemed to be another reason for the red eyes. Maybe he also speculated that admins don't leave for good, they are made to leave. If Flexoo knew something, there might be some evidence in his drawer. Alright! Change of plans. I need to get into Flexoo's office to see if I can find anything. I can't risk talking to Flexoo about my thoughts without confirming what he already knew. But, with PR insisting I visit the printers section and then proceed to the cafeteria for lunch, I won't be able to get inside the office without being noticed. I needed a distraction. I also wanted Flexoo out of the office.  

 

"Yeah, let's see the printers. I always wanted to see one. I just love how they print and do nothing else." I said while still thinking of a possible distraction. 

 

"I know right! Unlike humans, printers are pretty chill!" exclaimed PR.

 

"Hey, can you tell me something?" I asked PR.

 

"Sure, go ahead, man," replied PR, still looking at the printer section as if it were the most wonderful thing in existence.

 

"Do admins lock themselves up in their room and only come out when they have done their work?" I asked in a way that would not give away my newly forming, strange plan that could get me jailed in Netherworld Jail of TO within few seconds, knowing that breaking into any admin's office without permission is a serious offence to Forum Privacy and is punishable by suspension.

 

"He leaves for lunch. I am sure that he would join us for lunch," said PR, clearly unconcerned with my questioning.

 

A strange plan formed in my head. During lunch, I could excuse myself to the toilet and make my way into the admin's office. The plan was easy to execute. Flawless, unless Flexoo locks the office when he leaves for lunch, then it might fail. Anyways, it was worth a shot. 

 

For the next thirty minutes, I listened to PR talk about printers. How to print? Why print? What to print? When to print? All sorts of questions that a normal person would not bother to ask, PR answered for me. What am I gonna do without him and his pool of knowledge? I have no clue.

 

Finally, he showed me the cafeteria and for the first time, I felt as if the odds were on my side and the Tankiverse wanted me to discover the truth of admins disappearing, because the cafeteria was almost completely opposite the admins office. It had taken us 10 minutes to get to the lunchroom from the office, but I raced back there in two. We sat down on the circular tables. The cafeteria wasn't much. Five tables with 4 chairs on each. A counter at one corner and an LED TV on its opposite side. Chairs were comfy and the room was well air-conditioned. We didn't order anything since the menu for each day was set. We waited for Pythor, Tidebreaker and Flexoo. They joined us shortly.

 

Flexoo was now wearing his black coat and looked pretty well suited compared to when I had visited him forty minutes ago. Pythor was wearing an orange upper while Tidebreaker was wearing a blue shirt. I didn't notice their outfits before because I was just so tense. Soon, our meal came. It consisted of sandwiches, pizza, chicken lollipops and banana milkshake. 

 

These guys were pretty chill, talking and joking like no incineration was ever going to happen. I knew if I began eating, I might lose my only chance at the admin's office. So I excused myself as soon as the meal was served. I ran to the office only to find it locked. GREAT. So I left such an amazing meal for nothing? But no wait. A new plan formed. I could use the pins of the board and try to open the door as they did in cartoons. 

 

So I looked like a total fool of trying to open a tall, heavy door with a small pin. Bad idea. I held my head and sat down next to the door like a total failure. Wait! Another idea popped up. There must be paper clips out here somewhere. How can you survive in an office like this without paperclips? I searched and found one. I "borrowed" it from a nearby desk. I unfolded the clip and tried to open the door. 

 

I won't tell you how I opened a tall and heavy metal door with a paperclip but I will tell you that if you ever try that yourself, you will have sore fingers. Within seconds, I was inside the office. I still had my journal and camera pen with me. Though I didn't need the journal, the camera pen was proving its worth. No time to waste, I thought to myself. I slowly did a 360 in the room, so I could have a clear and detailed look at it when I got back home. After the 360, I made my way to the table and started rifling through the drawers. I saw a folder which was clearly glued shut. As soon as my eyes caught sight of it, I had a strange urge to put it in my bag, yell "EUREKA" and run for the hills. 

 

I took the folder and put it in my bag, repressing the urge to shout eureka. However, as soon as I slipped the folder in my bag, I heard footsteps coming. I closed the drawer hoping that the only evidence I had managed to get hold of would be the proof of admins disappearing. I left the room and just closed the door. I didn't have time to lock the door because I saw the whole newspaper team approaching from the other end of the corridor. Uh-oh.

 

Its time to get out, I thought to myself. I went over to the whole newspaper team and got their attention.

 

"May I have your attention, please. It was fun being with you guys on this tour, sorry for not being able to eat lunch. I just got a call from my house and I have to leave now. Thanks for having me. Bye guys!", I said and left as soon as I can. I clearly ignored everyone saying their goodbyes, instead leaving the building and running for my house.

 

I hoped deep down that if they found the door was unlocked, they might think it was a bandit and not suspect me. I hoped that maybe Flexoo didn't bother thinking to himself that he probably forgot to lock it. Such realistic assumptions to have. 

 

I reached home in ten minutes and without wasting time I quickly threw my bag on my couch (I won't be giving you a tour of my house for now as it is not that important) and then threw myself on the couch. I opened my bag and took that folder out. The sight of the folder gave me goosebumps. Written on the envelope in bold red letters were the initials "IAS".

 

I opened the folder. It was glued perfectly. My heartbeat racing more every second as I pulled out the paper inside. The paper consisted of a drawing. Just when I thought that I had risked everything for nothing, I pulled the paper out and had a good look at it. What I saw made my jaw drop harder than any beat you've ever heard.

 

It was not an ordinary drawing. It was a strange machine that looked like a hybrid of a Freeze and a Firebird anchored to the ground. It looked like an incinerator. If that hadn't been enough of a clue, at the bottom of the page, the word "Incinerator" was typed in red ink. This couldn't be true! How could they incinerate admins after all that they did for the community?

 

Just as I was pondering on this horrifying thought the door of my apartment burst open. It was the Battle Mods team. They were lead by a captain with a strange metallic mask with "YELE" carved crudely onto the forehead.

 

"It's the Battle Mod team! Player Sacrifice, you have been caught sneaking into an admins office and stealing their private property. You shall be punished by trial in RU court, led by Marcus himself. Now get on the ground with your hands up. You have the right to remain silent!" Yele shouted in a single breath. For 2 minutes, no other sound was heard except for Yele yelling at me. 

 

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We were standing in Flexoo's office. I was still handcuffed. Just when Yele insisted on taking me to Netherworld Jail, Flexoo called her and asked her to bring me into his office instead. 

 

"Its okay, guys. Leave him, he is a friend" he said, emphasizing the word friend. 

 

The battle mods, after removing the handcuffs and returning the opened envelope to Flexoo, left u,s closing the door behind them. The office seemed quiet. Reporters probably went home early today.

 

"I don't care how, just tell me why you sneaked into my office?" Flexoo said pointing to his monitor which played a video of me doing a 360 in his office.

 

"That must have been what gave me away" I suggested. I clearly deserve a Nobel Prize for not seeing the camera in the admin's office.

 

"Yeah, and why did you take my folder?" asked Flexoo.

 

I thought it was time to shoot my luck.

 

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Stay turned for the next part. See you next week!

 

 

 

On 2/22/2020 at 10:55 PM, ILiveOnTheChatBox123 said:

Wait, what happened here? Which member of the Newspaper edited the story and changed the ending? Its not like Sacrifice could actually protest since they finished him off by incinerating him. Using his writings in his journal, and his spy pen, it shouldn't have been too hard to compile the story and add an ending that puts reporters in a good light. I guess those reporters were able to hack into his account and use it. Please disregard all posts coming from Sacrifices' account. (I am joking)

On the slight serious possibility that Sacrifice actually wrote this story, kudos to him for this great work. Keep them coming!

 

On 2/23/2020 at 2:38 AM, Sacrifice said:

Haha but thanks for thre appreciation. Its not clear from the story but there is a part 2 in this sequel that is suppose to clear the whole thing out. Its finished writing and now its upto the official staff, whenever it gets published . Hopefully soon

From the way how the second part is completely backtracking from everything that was said in the first part, I think the admins actually got his spy pen and forged a part 2. Another possibility is..since Sacrifice became a Reporter candidate after his first piece, they told him he has to retract from that story-line or he won't get a job.

[Sacrifice 2,278]

10 minutes ago, ILiveOnTheChatBox123 said:

 

From what I can say, the story is open for imagination.

[MartinGarrix15 21]

What actually happens when admins resign: They get placed into the Index of Former Helpers.

[Devoid 2,601]

Best, and most humorous, article I have read in a long time! 

Keep up the good work! 

 

[Sacrifice 2,278]

36 minutes ago, Mr.Nibbles said:

Best, and most humorous, article I have read in a long time! 

Keep up the good work! 

 

Thaaank youuu bro! Means a lot!

[LyT 222]

Nice Article.

[Toma.Hawk 279]

A delightful article, good job!

[Sacrifice 2,278]

6 hours ago, S.M.S.M said:

Nice Article.

Thank you!

3 hours ago, Toma.Hawk said:

A delightful article, good job!

Its means a lot! Thanks.

[promisho 2]

kong po panda

[FrozenRailgun 1,771]

Incinerated? I thought you said "cremated" LOL.

[3dL 454]

Nice!! you have scary thinking

[Venerable 2,967]

Nice...

So admins do get Incinerated... um, at least Flexoo does!

Thankfully, gamers respawn...

[Flexoo 6,980]

Hey all. Just wanted to quickly drop in to confirm that admins DO indeed get incinerated. This barbaric practice takes place to eliminate any possibility of confidential and highly sensitive information ever seeing the sunlight of justice that desperately needs to be restored in the admin community.

I was barely able to survive the ordeal because of my highly resistant robotic body as well as the fact I come from the long line of mythical Phoenix birds (please do not ask how a robot can be related to mighty Phoenix who's reborn in flames for the sake of narrative).

Hexed on the other hand wasn't so lucky and perished in the flames of oppression. The current admin bearing his name is merely an imposter trying to convince the community that everything is just fine. Please do not fall prey to the lure of becoming a Tanki administrator.

Spoiler

Obviously I was joking....

Or was I? 

 

Edited December 13, 2020 by Flexoo

[Venerable 2,967]

9 hours ago, Flexoo said:

Or was I? 

Was you?

We need you on the TO Forum Fire Department...

(To control all the flaming of course...)

Edited December 14, 2020 by Venerable