Arokh Takakura Posted December 9, 2010 Share Posted December 9, 2010 It was thursday, late afternoon in a cold, bitter december month. The ground was crystalline white with thick, powdery snow, and the air was sharp on the lungs.But, battling through all this was one lone tracked machine, clattering over the near-hidden track and leaving only two indentations in it's wake. Tracks squeaked and groaned, struggling to handle the sheer amount of compacted ice and snow grasping at her inner mechanics, smashing occasionally and falling away in thick chunks around her rolling treads. This lonely sound bounced off the trees and rocks, echoing around the woodlands for several hundred yards, the breath of her commander hanging thick with mist in the air.Occasionally, the journey would come to a pause, the commander clambering off to work loose the build-up of ice and snow that was clogging the tracks, gradually slowing her to a halt over time, repeating the process, again and again. They had been travelling through these woods together for over an hour now, the man and the machine, lost amongst the maze of ashen pillars and paper-white ground when they encountered a steep embankment. The commander was tired, as much as the machine he was in charge of. Onward they struggled, rumbling up the steep hill, but this would be their undoing, as they were not anticipating the sudden, and sharp incline awaiting them over the hill. The commander's eyes bulged as the tank finally banked, rolling forwards, and immediately back down again, pitching fast as the slope took her into it's lethal grasp, hurling the beast down the hill faster than the tracks could spin. She skidded and squealed, clattering as the commander tried in vain to halt their rapid descent, alas, it was a grave error. The beast slewed.She veered, grasping only upon one side as she hurtled back across the track, slamming into an embankment at speed as the tracks gripped and began to climb their fate. The camber was too much, she was going over. The commander had sky on one side, and white rushing toward him upon the other. He closed his eyes tightly, and embraced his end. They would not be returning.below is some footage of this.Brb. Going to Warsaw, derp. :B[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzbtT8jVjjYTank tracked sledge failed me. :C Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aryte Posted December 9, 2010 Share Posted December 9, 2010 Rofl. Is that you? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arokh Takakura Posted December 9, 2010 Author Share Posted December 9, 2010 Rofl. Is that you?Yes, I was playing around with a sledge with tank-tracks. Aparrently it works better without the snow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eriksson Foxtrot Posted December 9, 2010 Share Posted December 9, 2010 Epic. Hahahaha. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
