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News From The Front -- 8.6, Qualifiers, & Missions with Rampage
News From The Front -- 8.6, Qualifiers, & Missions with Rampage - YouTube
Love is in the air with 8.6, Rampage goes on a Mission, and four more make it to the finals, this week on, News from the Front.

 

The eSports Show - Episode 5: Dreamhack, Wargaming Leagues' and...
The eSports Show - Episode 5: Dreamhack, Wargaming Leagues' and ProTips - YouTube
This episode of the International eSports Show covers the Wargaming.Net leagues, what happened at Dreamhack, a new show from the Korean WGL and macg1991 from North American team SIMP tells us how to replace the AMX 13 90.

 

i can join you

 

WARBIRDS INTO WOKS- The Video. Full Version
WARBIRDS INTO WOKS- The Video. Full Version - YouTube

 

Tankers!

With the release of the 8.6 Update, a new gameplay feature has been introduced: Missions. Beginning July 1, 2013 we will enable this feature on the North American cluster. Here is your first Mission as well as a detailed description of what precisely Missions are:

Repeatable Mission: Hat Trick

Mission Starts: 04:30 PDT (07:30 EDT) July 1, 2013

Mission Ends: 04:00 PDT (07:00 EDT) July 4, 2013

Objective:
Destroy Three or more tanks in a single battle

Reward:
100 XP multiplied by the tier of the tank used to complete the mission (100 XP* tier)
5,000 multiplied by the tier of the tank used to complete the mission (5,000* tier)

What Are Missions?

Missions challenge you with objectives beyond simply winning a battle. They are intended to supplement a play session with options beyond doing your daily experience doubles.

Missions currently come in three flavors:
Repeatable – Repeatable Missions can be completed an unlimited number of times while the Mission is active.
Daily – Daily Missions can only be completed once per day while the Mission is active.
One-Time – One-Time Missions can only be completed once per account while the Mission is active.

Example Missions

Here are a few example Missions to give you an idea of what you can expect in July.

Repeatable Mission: First Class

Objectives:
Place first in damage dealt on your team

Rewards:
20% bonus experience for the battle
30% bonus credits for the battle

Daily Mission: Potluck Picnic

Objectives:
Destroy one vehicle from each nation, across any number of battles

Rewards:
One of each nation-specific consumable

One-Time Mission: Medium Well

Objectives:
Destroy 20 Medium Tanks of Tier IV or higher

Rewards:
1 Day of Premium Account

The Future

In the future we will expand the Missions system to include an in-game UI, as well as new Mission types. While we do not currently have a set date for this expansion, we wanted to give you a preview of some of the new Missions in the works:
Weekly: Weekly Missions can be completed once per week, but allow you more than a single day to complete the objectives. These Missions will typically be more challenging than Dailies.
Operations: Operations are meta-Missions that will require you to complete a set of themed Missions. Imagine a set of Daily Missions themed around D-Day, that all must be completed to earn the reward from something called Operation Overlord.

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As always, we're very much looking for your feedback on these new game events. Tell us what you find interesting about the Mission system, what you'd like to see in future Missions for both objectives and rewards, and what you might like to see in the Mission UI when it becomes available. Happy hunting!


New Missions System Revealed | Announcements | World of Tanks

 

I fear I must face the cold, hard truth. I am no longer the spring chicken I used to be. There is a very definite amount of grey in my hair, and it has been many moons since I’ve been able to run the Army’s two miles in under fifteen minutes. When my troopers would refer to me as ‘the old man’ (Assuming they did), they would have meant it literally: I was old enough to be the father of some of the junior lads. I am not ageing gracefully, I am advancing in my years screaming and kicking. I wasn’t always that way, though.

Last weekend I attended a reunion, of the company with which I served in Iraq. The 10-year reunion. 10.

OK, they sort of cheated a bit. We didn’t actually hit boots on the ground within the Iraqi borders until the first week of April 2004, so really nine is more appropriate, but they went with the initial spin-up, wiggled a month, and there you go.

Fresh out of Armor Officer Basic Course, I was, young and handsome, when my soon-to-be CO came up to me at NTC where I was a TOC supernumary, grabbed the Pershing on my collar, and asked me if I wanted to take a tank platoon to Iraq. Duh. Yeah.



And so began a year’s deployment of unbridled happiness and flowers raining from candy-floss clouds as we patrolled on the banks of rivers of chocolate.

OK. Maybe not. But I had a tank platoon, and that was pretty cool, especially in the days that most tankers were going without their tanks.


My 4-tank on patrol next toaforementioned chocolate waterway. The TC and driver made the reunion

Still, a lot of stress and a lot of workload. About ten days in I had some downtime, and I was pacing the length of the tent because I knew there was something I had to be doing, but didn’t know what it was. That first month was also when the grey hairs first appeared. I recall going to the post office for a package:

“Sir, I need to see your ID pleaseâ€

“Here you goâ€

“Hey, Sir, you’ve gone grey since that photo was takenâ€

“-Beep- you very much. Give me my packageâ€

Things went downhill for my ageing process from there.

Anyway, as anyone who has been on a deployment will know, you become very close to the lads you deploy with. You may not keep contact with them (and in some cases, you may actively avoid them for various reasons), but there is the mythical bond of military fraternity which always results.

So it was with some anticipation that I pulled into the parking lot where we were going to have our barbeque and catch-up session. I was never massively good at faces and names to begin with, and my personnel identification skills became even more strained with the passage of a decade on people’s faces. Or worse, with the acquisition of facial hair which always seems to follow upon release from military service.

A few extra pounds and inches of girth have also accumulated over the years.



There were a couple of additional observations which went through my mind after the initial obvious ones.

Firstly, where is everyone?

Some, like my driver, who was last seen walking into the dark mysterious forests of Washington State, vanished the day we got back, and have never been heard from since. Near as we can tell, he came from those woods as well; a combat engineer he just showed up from somewhere one day, was given a crash course in tanking, and did fairly well considering. His work done, he returned to the mists whence he came.

Some, the Army just wouldn’t let them come. It may have been a bit impolitic to select a date that the CO was at Leavenworth (“Atâ€, not “inâ€). Hopefully not a bad career move for us.

Some, like my stop-lossed gunner who spent most of the deployment demanding that upon our return he receive his discharge papers hand-delivered on a gilded frame, were just no-shows. (He was a good man, just a little irritated at being dragged to the Iraqi desert instead of being allowed to stay in his civilian job in the California desert).

Some, we just suffered the effects of age. My 2-tank TC and loader could not for the life of them remember who was their gunner for a large portion of the deployment before a replacement came in. After bringing in myself and the platoon sergeant, that gunner was obviously so amazingly significant to the operation of our platoon, we couldn’t even remember what he looked like, let alone his name. In the end, we concluded that they ran a three-man-crew for a couple of months. (This, by the way, is an example as to why memoirs should never be taken as gospel, even when written by those who were there. Not looking at Belton Cooper’s book at all, here…)

And some, we simply had no idea. “Well, he said he was coming….â€

Fortunately, in this case, at least, nobody was absent due to being on eternal watch. I could not make the same claim were we to have a battalion reunion, however, as we lost the colonel shortly after our return due to cancer, or even the squadron reunion for my most recent deployment which saw some loss of life due to accident since, and one trooper who was killed on duty as a sheriff’s deputy. But as the years progress, it will happen.



Secondly: They have been fruitful, and multiplied. Obviously the exposure to depleted uranium, anthrax shots (that series really hurt, by the way), burned chemicals, and whatnot, had not affected fertility. There was a significant number of little ones running around, all of whom were old enough to put on your knee and understand when told “This is Nicholas, he was your daddy’s boss in Iraq, long before you were born…â€

I’m not taking that too well, as you can gather. Reminds me of that time in the USMC museum when mom was talking to her ten-year-old at the 9/11 timeline exhibit. “This was all before you were born…â€

Argh! I’m getting old!

I certainly don’t think I’m the picture of the grizzled old war vet. That is my tank commander for my 3-tank, he was in the 1991 war, and is still in. But I wonder, now. When I took command of my Troop, most troopers had bare right shoulders, and the old geezer standing in front of them had a 1ID patch on the right sleeve and a CAB. Did they think of me the same way I thought of my -3 TC?

Then, as we posed for the reunion photo, my next thought was ‘what will we be like in ten years when we do this again?’ Or fifteen? I presume it’ll happen, the Doolittle Raiders just had their last reunion, and that was scores of years later.

I just can’t imagine, though, that one day I and my colleagues will be the guys wearing decades-old uniforms, or medals and VFW headgear, escorted by our grandkids. Yet I can’t help but feel that those who do so today probably felt the same way several decades previously.



Still, I’m not there yet. If I last long enough, I’ll get there, though, whether I like it or not. I guess I need to find a way to get there gracefully, in a manner that won’t embarrass the grandchildren.

Anyway, to any future grandchild I may have who is reading this decades from now (wondering what the hell granddad did for a living), if I ask you to drag me out to a reunion because I’m too feeble to get there myself, humour me. I probably really want to see them.




Last picture is GREAT

Chieftain's Hatch: Becoming an Old War Vet | The Chieftain's Hatch | World of Tanks

 

Im not sure that I will be able to play today. But I will try to.

 

WAR & PEACE SHOW BELTRING 2011 PANZER IV PART:1 - YouTube

 

Its very nice video

 

Try Su-152 and then ISU-152 with troll gun

 

Ok I will remove this Thread

 

ok,just say wenn

 

Yeah And that discount for prem account

 

What wasn't so nice though is that they accidentally made the 50% discount on the premium tanks 30% for several hours, even edited the news article so it says 30% before admitting to their mistake and changing the discount back to 50%

 

At night WoWp has 20 people top.

 

They are in talks for making new one, but if there is no very good story, Jackie will not accept to play in it. But Little big soldier is very good movie.

 

IMPOSSIBRU! XD
You watch it finally. What happened so you watched it? XD

 

They still air Hobbit in some cinemas. XD

 

When Culture Shock Meets Social Media: League of Legends Player in Jail Over Facebook Comments | SiliconANGLE

A Texas teen could face up to eight years in prison over a comment left on Facebook that took place as part of an exchange about the online game League of Legends. Justin Carter was 18 years old back in Feburary of this year when a series of comments between him and a friend about the game took a turn for the worse.

[...]

“Someone had said something to the effect of ‘Oh you’re insane, you’re crazy, you’re messed up in the head,’ to which he replied ‘Oh yeah, I’m real messed up in the head, I’m going to go shoot up a school full of kids and eat their still, beating hearts,’ and the next two lines were lol and jk.,†said Carter. Justin’s father, Jack Carter, said to a local news channel about the case.​

Due to his public comment, Justin Carter was arrested a month later and charged with making a terroristic threat. He has been in jail since March 27 awaiting court proceedings.

News reporting about this incident is thin on the ground. What seems to be true from the radio station and other news outlets is that the comments came from Facebook. They were brought to the attention by a Canadian woman who saw them, looked up Justin's address and discovered he lived "near" an elementary school (i.e. he lives in a city and not out on some farm in the middle of nowhere.)

Potentially violent comments get made all the time in competitive video games, including those that joke about tragic incidents (or even threaten other players) however next-to-none of these ever escalate to the point where the police are involved.

Even if we all agree that it's indeed bad taste or irresponsible to joke about shooting up a school, I want to know how everyone feels that making such a comment could bring the police to a gamer's door (should it?) and did lead to him being charged for that comment.