Author's note; this is a revised version of the first chapter, looking back on the original, I just knew it had to be remade

[World of tanks, 9:00 am]

The crisp cold snow fell on to the town of Himmelstorf as the engines revved, the clock wound down from thirty seconds. It was a tier five battle and near the church was a AT 2 with its crew checking stations.

"Radio check." The commander said, evoking the standard protocols.

"Driver here." The driver responded.

`"Loader here." The loader responded.

"Gunner here." The gunner responded.

The crew of four included Carl as commander, Charles as driver, Dave as loader and Michael as gunner. These men have drove their tank destroyer 'thestarfighter' into battle time and again, during some they would face a untimely demise. Afterwards they would 'reawaken'. So, they had no reason to fear the enemy except for experience and silver reasons, this battle was no different to them.

The clock's final tick sounded, causing them to drive forward through the middle road until they reached the edge of the fountain square, where they entered one of the buildings overlooking the center. The enemy team tried to rush the center with lights, but the they faced high resistance, 4 of them died while taking out a allied light. The enemy SPG was deadly and precise, but a light tank model Panzer 1 C had rushed the middle road and rapid-fired rounds into the weak armor. Then a fire broke out after a stray round hit the fuel tank, the crew screamed in agony while pulling out their pistols to shoot themselves in an essence to have minimal memory of the pain.

The enemy destroyers were trying to take center by flanking left and right while holding middle with only five tanks. The attack commenced. The destroyer on the left was destroyed by a medium who rammed them, which destroyed both vehicles. While the right had taken care of 3 tanks before it too was rammed. Thestarfighter took out the two destroyers in the middle after an ally had been taken out by both. The rest of the team had been dealt with as the hill and railroad only resulted in a stalemate.

With 26 tanks out of the match, Star and the lone ally SPG teamed to take care of the last two. A Russian tier 4 SPG and a M3 lee medium tank, the SPG was last spotted near the railroad shed. The M3 was last spotted on the hill last. Five seconds later the allied SPG took care of the M3 lee, leaving a long hunt. Star advanced forward towards the north flag and then turned to the rails.

"Keep a lookout, I rather not be sent back without some good pocket change." Carl ordered.

"You know, I wonder what if we were to actually die, not sleep, to go to the great tank garage in the sky." Charles asked.

"If one of us don't awaken, you can call me dumbass for all you want because it won't happen." Dave answered.

Meanwhile in the Russian SPG.

"This is not good, we must improvise protocol 4689 now, otherwise the plan will not work." The commander said, turning his head to the driver.

"Starting up the mechanism comrade!" He responded, bashing a button that cause the item to activate. As soon as it did a bright light rose and then it fell out of the SPG. Then a wave of force ripped through the game itself. 'Dead' tanks and alive tanks were hit, it soon became clear that there was a true difference from each other.

While 'dead', tanks could still transmit messages. A radio man in one was transmitting to star on the last soccer game when they were suddenly cut off.

"Hey James, what happen in overtime, this isn't funny James, I have money on that game." Michael said, doubling as radioman.

"hey what's wrong, did James quit talking to you just like the TV after you stop paying rent?" Carl asked.

"No, this is serious, James is the one who only shuts up after battle. He never stops mid-sentence either." Michael said looking worried.

"Check later, we are inching closer to it." Carl responded.

The AT rolled around the corner to a loaded barrel, it fired. A piercing sound rip through the hull as a HE round impacted the front while one left the gun. It killed the Russian SPG. Inside the surviving tank, the hit penetrated the driving compartment.

"Charles how are you doing?" Carl asked through the radio, the tank was still in the map which was weird as it only took a second to take them to the garage.

"I think I found my answer." Charles responded.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked.

"I can see all the tanks, mauses, KV-2s, tortoise, all of them." Charles responded.

"Charles, you be fine, the garage wil-" Carl started, but Charles interrupted him.

"No, it's too late, something has changed, 'heavy inhale and exhale', there is no garage for me, not any mortal one. Please, avenge me." The radio went quiet for a second until Dave said his share.

"Welp call me dumbass."