Tanker’s Soul Secret

Vallter: After a heated debate, we finally came to our decision. Allow me to assure you that this has been one of the hardest contests to judge. A lot of interesting and excellent works were submitted and more often than not, it was very difficult to choose between them.
We assembled a group of ten judges, who all carefully read the submitted works and gave them a score out of ten-point system.
We read many pieces that were very good, but unfortunately did not fulfil the main requirement: you had to write about your best battle. Nevertheless, we still awarded some of them as they were of such a high standard.
In some poems, the lyrics were connected with some beautiful melodies but we were unable to give any additional points to these poets. But stay tuned! As we will soon run a “Tank-Mix” contest and you will soon be able to participate.
The team at Wargaming.net would like to take this opportunity to thank all the participants! We really enjoyed reading the poems, but it is now time to get to the part you have all been waiting for and announce the winners!
The winner is Doofus with his entry:

The World changes, this digital age,
We play our games, time turns it's page.
Each day we hunger, we wait for the night,
to meet with our friends, to fight the good fight.
This game that we play, this social attraction,
Is filled with fire, with tension, and action.
The wars that we wage, the thrill of the victory,
Our online generation, inspired by history.
We drive forth our Tanks, we meet on the field
The metal surrounds us, our weapon, our shield.
The foes that I fight comprise every nation,
British, French, Russian, Dutch, German, Croatian.
The first fight an enemy, the next one, a friend,
Our historical shackles, we dismiss and transcend.
We're no longer bound by political ties,
Our nations united, as friends and allies.
It seems strange to think, not so long ago,
These pixels we ride in were not just for show.
Our monsters of battle, our armour and guns,
Once caused devastation to fathers and sons.
Now in our friendship, they're monsters no more,
no longer reminders of the horrors of war.
Now they unite us, instead of divide,
Allow us to play, form friendships worldwide.
Our barriers lowered, these great beasts of War,
Remind us all deeply, we battle no more.
kosmo24 receives the silver prize and 4000 Gold

Motto:
„There’s always a bigger fish in the sea...
There’s always a bigger tank in the World Of Tanks”...
A tale of blowing up to smithereens
Of dust and and smoke and wreckage left behind
With iron monsters dead-alive
Just barely for them to give
My tale the truth, a honest story,
A proof of glory and brave men.
...
...And suddenly I feel a tremor
That’s deep inside, inside my chest
As I gaze thru the scope and lens
Of this, the mighty beast with
It’s big horn appointed in the front
And legs of metal torn somehow
That they resemble with a shield
Of plates sewed up together
That go both forward, backwards
And in circles; and thus,
Those feet with claws grip up the dirt
As they chew distance in the speed
To catch the prey,
A smaller beast.
I’m going fast and now my tank
Is almout twice the size of it,
It’s nearly over as I ride
Just crashing mad my target’s lid.
He’s blown into a thousand pieces
By shere force of beastly size,
The poor thing was a much younger
And softer version of my brute.
I emphasize of what I did,
Just for a moment as I see
A bigger monster at the corner
And my knees start to shake a bit.
I shoot my deadly darkened arrow,
Of steel and bolts and nails combined,
And I imagine it would kill the mighty beast
In jus one hit,
But as I look again it’s over,
This time for me, as I am shot.
My enemy survived my blow
And hit me back instead with rage
And now I’m crippled and he’s not
And I start dying and I sink
Into my desperation as I see
His bigger, better and he’s mean.
The fire’s burning me alive
And as life fades away, I shoot
The monster one last time,
He’s hurting more, but he’s not dead,
I only hope some other tank
Will finish him and take his wage.
...
And as for me, I say my prayer
And I go...
And leave my name in history.
boredguy13 and his poem are on the third place

I've finised eating,
Homework is done,
Time to start playing
With my VK 3001.
Got the H version yesterday
After I came from school
And I'll get the P on Tuesday,
(Sorry,math exam on Monday)
I know,that's not cool.
I quickly click on "Battle!",
The game starts to load,
I nervously await the rattle
Of tank tracks on the road.
As I start to move
We immediately lose a tank;
The poor guy got shot
For crashing into someones track.
As I camp on a hill for months,
Three light tanks appear.
They seem to have good guns,
But are only fifth tier
To shoot or not to shoot,
What should I do?
I can easily kill one,
But what about the other two?
A teammate shoots one,
But i decide to show off;
Few seconds later, I hear twice:
"They're knocked off"
After two more kills,
My killcount is now at four.
I now leave the hills,
Because I crave for more.
But I made a big error,
Actually, a colossal one.
My excitement turnes into terror
When both my tracks are gone
"Who's shooting me?"
I wondered furiously
As my ears were hearing:
"Fire, put it out quickly!"
The Commander is knocked out!
The main gun is destroyed.
The engine is cutting out!
Vehicle destroyed!
I realised what happened,
My mouth released words like a flurry
Something said by lots of people:
"NOT ANOTHER ARTILLERY!!!!!1"
Special prize (750 Gold) goes for:
Silu_0

Artillery
Countdown, quiet music, silent bird’s trill
Quick look at their list – deep breath, sigh and thrill
God Save the Tank, it will be a party
Two Buses, Dracula, they got three nice arty!
Countdown ends, purr, commander’s shout
Through the roar of the engine “Time to roll out!”
There is the first target, King Tiger ahead
Soon, my dear friend, soon you will be dead
BAM, says my cannon, nice shot – say my crew
I am really proud, their HP split in two.
He’s dead moment later, my teammates got view
They started to pound him (I feel so secure!)
Wait…
I can see Leopard, hiss, Thump and KABOOM!
Sigh…
Freaking scout.
“Everyone get out!”
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