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Twas the night before Christmas.....

Competitions during Christmas for some wotlabbers:
Please give some suggestions for some competitions, I will be doing a couple since it's the time of giving. Rewards will depend a little on what I feel like. Might give out some wot gold, premium time and as special reward a wooden shoe from The Netherlands for anyone that wants it (Europe guys only cause shipping is expensive :doge: )

Maybe I'll even reward you for some good suggestions. If you can, try to make it "fun" and/or wot skill related (DPG/WR) whatever goes. 


Oh yeah and, someone finish the poem for me in a wot related theme. 
And first guy to post here also gets sumething.

Disclaimer: I will pick the winners for everything unless otherwise stated. Popularity is not a factor I will consider. 

Oh, and if someone wants to throw some gold at others in this competition  feel free to leech of this thread.  More people being gifted shit by others = me having to do less.

Winners:

@1stWarlord

Enjoy wasting 30 days of your life.

1stWarlord:

"#meneedspremiumtime"

 

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Fgt im here :serb:
EDIT: About the contest ,what about doing something like " who gets the best artillery kill". I once drowned one with my E50M then reported him for drowning :doge:

Here is the replay by the way ,the arty gets rekt  at the end :doge:

http://wotreplays.com/site/2345468#airfield-1stwarlord-e_50_ausf_m

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Best arty kill (where the player kills arty in some spectacular way... i.e. ammoracked turret of enemy tank lands on arty and kills them kind of thing)

I'll take the clog though :P

 

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Why hasn't anyone suggested "Best pubbie sperg" yet? There should be some rules for this one though, such as the pubbie has to lash out first or something.

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"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the pubs
not a thought was stirring in the minds of the scrubs;
The stats were padded with care,
in hopes that Serb would soon be there;
The children were nestled all snug at the back of the map;
While visions of of their team were crap;
And mamma in her "kerchief, and I in my tank,
Had just settled for a long base cap,
When out on the spawn there arose some brain matter,
I sprung from my cap to see bad padder.
Away to the bimbo I drove like trash
tore open the chat and let off the backlash.
The fool on the brink of being like, woah,
Gave a speech on being a pro
When what to my wandering eyes did appear
but a lonely reroll with 8 tiny tears,
like a little old driver so classy and slick
I knew in a moment he must be a prick.
more rapid than eagles his curses came,
And he whistled and shouted and called me names;
“Now, tomato! Now, pubbie, Now scrub and crud!
On, noob! On, trash! On, shitter and quitter!
To the top of the clans! To the top of wot!
Now pad away! Pad away! Pad away all!
As the pubbies that before the wild padder cry,
when he meets an obstacle, he blames and cries;
so up to the leaderboards he tried to go
with a mind full of shit and lack of wit too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard an SPG shoot
the crashing and smashing and the smell of fear.
As I drove my tank, and was turning the around,
Down from the sky Serb came like a bolt.
He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with tears and dollar bills;
A bundle of tanks ha had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler opening his pack.
His eyes-how the glistened! His motives, so merry!
His bundle of steel looks like a deal!
His large mouth spouting new patches
and his chin as beardless as arty is balanced!
The stump of a pipe held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad Russian face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right Russian man,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of his bias.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know, he’s screwing me too;
He spoke not a word, but did nothing of work,
he took all the cash and turned like a turd,
And laying his finger inside of his wallet
And giving a nod, up away he rose
He sprang to his bias, to his team gave a whistle
and away they all went, leaving a bullshit event
having everyone outspend on tanks they invent."

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Twas the night before Tanksmas, when all through the garage.

Not a tank was stirring, because of the arty barrage.

My rammers were placed on my tanks with care.

In hopes that my DPM soon would be fair.

The gunners were loading all gold and no lead.

While visions of TOGs danced in their head.

And the driver in his helmet and the commander in his cap.

Had just settled their brains after a good fap.

When out in the field arose such a clatter.

The commander sprang from the cupola to see what was the matter.

Grabbing his binocs, up to his eyes in a flash.

All the driver could do is try not to crash.

The suns reflection so bright from the objects in the field.

The commanders first thought his eyes he must shield.

When what to his squinting eyes should appear.

But an E-hundo sleigh and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver so lively and smoking herb .

He knew in a moment it must be St. Serb.

More rapid than auto-loaders his courses they came.

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name

"Now Dmitry!, Now Nikita!, now Ivan and Evgeny!

"On Pavel!, On Sergei!, on Yury and Vasily!

To the top of the hill just smash thru the wall!

Now run away! run away! run away all!"

And then in a twinkling making it over the water having not drowned.

From his tank to ours St. Serb came with a bound.

He was dressed all in silk, from his head to his foot.

And his clothes were stretched from his cash and his loot.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head the words from his mouth "Working as intended Comrade!"

He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like my collection of credits

But I heard him exclaim 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Tanksmas to all, and to all a good-fight!"

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Suggestions for prizes:

Most ammo rack kills in 100 games

Most fires caused in 100 games

Highest ram damage caused

Lastly, furthest distance traveled in a match :serb:

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