The tank's huddle by the fire, telling stories. "And then I was like, JESUS!"the old tank screamed.
"What happened after that?"A Crusader asks the elderly Panther.
"Well, in front of me was the huge tank, like a land ship! Two giant guns, it was like a slug. I think they called it a Ratte."
"A Ratte?"all the tiers gasp.
"What about you? Anything interesting to share?"a Cruiser Mk. II asks a T29. Desperate not to be outshone, the tank coughs, getting ready.
"Ready to hear a story that will blow your engines away?"he asks, and all the lower tiers nod excitedly, while the Panther just looks skeptically.
"Well back in my day I was just a young tank,
I was a tier I, American, who we call Yanks,
I was good, better than y'all,
And I soon became a heavy, a steel wall,
I was a slow tank, massive and all,
But when I found my enemies, I was ready to brawl,
I soon advanced up the tiers,
And then I became a T29, sitting right here,
I was a beast, until my paint job went grey,
And now I'm telling you youngsters what it was like in my day!"
The lower tier's are silent for a second, before a Cunningham loudly says, "Boring…."
The Panther grins. "And I'm telling you. There must've been dozens of crew members in there. You know how much chocolate you had to supply them? Pfft, military grade was rock solid. It would break your gears before it was willing to be eaten."