Introduction: This is written in bri鈥檌sh english, so no, I did not spell colour wrong in this sentence, if anyone assumes that. The fiction is based on a British tank after all.Alpha was already having a bad day. His core was shutting down after a laser bisected him, and the people he was meant to protect laid dead on the ground all around. And when his core finally powered down, he was surprised to find himself in a mark. 5 'tank' a ww1 era landship with a canon and a machine gun, and only a system and slightly eccentric gods for company.In this strange world, will this lowly tank evolve back into the challenger 3, pinnacle of british engineering? Or will he power down, forever this time?Update once a week, any more is a special event. Chapters between 1500 and 2500 words.What to expect:Chaos. A metric fuck-ton of it. Moments that make you laugh, but also make you wonder why.Some scenes that are mildy emotional. Swearing. It aint a small amount either.No harem (what do you think a tank could do with women?)Slightly op Mc with only ammo holding him back.Do not take this seriously. It's a comedy with lots of doesn't make any sense slapped on the side. Turn your brain off or risk it turning into nuclear waste.But most importantly, modern(esque) tech beating some poor medieval fantasy blokes with the power of war crimes. There is no longer any geneva.Volume 2:Genocide in space, essentially. But with the added system elements, and all previous characters. Aliens won鈥檛 know what hit 鈥榚m....