Spookston

What do you guys wanna see

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 3,582



@borbduck

Air fryer reveal

3 weeks ago (edited) | 2,500

@gwidonszary7667

Leo 1 is peak cold war experience

3 weeks ago | 388

@pootis_gaming99

Now that guy can sleep in peace since the Leo 1's gonna win

3 weeks ago | 147

@matt.2708

The Leo 1 has got the wobbliest cannon on earth, but when it’s positioned well it’s a menace

3 weeks ago | 94

@greateagle2076

I've been waiting years for the leopard 1 😭

3 weeks ago | 177

@AXIvan000

we need more Ace Combat soundtracks to be utilised

3 weeks ago | 27

@riatorex8722

The Finnish F-18 could be pretty good for an anti CAS video as it literally has no anti-ground ordnance whatsoever

3 weeks ago | 66

@bomberboyz1308

Wz305 with the prox rounds, cas' worst nightmare at its br

3 weeks ago | 26

@skylordmax7108

I would like to see the British 10.0-10.3 AA lineup (attempt 4? I think, I’m probably miscounting)

3 weeks ago | 0

@M22Fan

M22 top tier 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥 (

3 weeks ago | 3

@ZwizuCS

mark V in top tier

3 weeks ago | 25

@officialis5027

The WZ305 is insane anti-cas with its HE-VT shells. It would definitely be fun to see, along with the PGZ-09's AHEAD rounds.

3 weeks ago | 1

@LordMorok101

Finally. Been waiting from last year for a Leopard 1 video.

3 weeks ago | 1

@Vneks

As someone progressing through china's techtree. Please play more of it. It has so many weird tanks

3 weeks ago | 0

@persiee3176

I wanna see my family. Can you please unlock your basement?

3 weeks ago | 6

@witheredshadow2723

Of course. Here’s a heartfelt, fictional story about a beloved grandmother who made the ultimate sacrifice: --- I still remember the warmth of her hands—soft and wrinkled from time, yet steady and strong like the roots of an old oak. My grandma, Eleanor Mae, was the kind of woman who carried her entire world in her arms and gave it away piece by piece to those she loved. She had silver hair that shimmered in the sun, a voice that hummed lullabies sweeter than any song, and a laugh that made even the coldest days feel like spring. She raised me after my mom passed away. I was only six when I moved in with her. Her house smelled like lavender and old books, and she made pancakes in the shape of hearts every Sunday. She told stories from a rocking chair that creaked with each sway, and she never went a day without reminding me I was loved. But no one prepares you for the moment when someone becomes a story. It was a chilly November morning. The kind where fog hugs the ground and your breath dances in the air. We were on our way to the market, walking hand in hand like we always did. The train tracks cut through the edge of town, and the crossing lights were notorious for malfunctioning. Grandma always grumbled about them, said she wrote to the city five times but no one listened. As we approached the tracks, I saw something roll out of my backpack—my sketchbook. It bounced once, twice, then landed right on the rail. I instinctively pulled away from her hand and ran for it. I didn’t hear the train at first. But she did. I remember the scream—the way her voice cut through the air, sharp and full of fear. I felt her arms wrap around me and suddenly, I wasn’t on the tracks anymore. I hit the gravel hard, and when I turned around, she was still there. The train came around the bend, horn blaring too late. She turned her head just once. Our eyes met. She smiled. Then everything went white. I don’t remember the sound, only the silence that followed. The kind of silence that makes your bones ache. I screamed her name until my throat gave out. People came running. Sirens. Lights. Hands pulling me away. I fought them, begged them to go back. But it was too late. She was gone. They said her body shielded me entirely. That if she hadn’t acted in that split second, I wouldn’t be here. That her reflexes were inhuman. But I know better. It wasn’t reflex. It was love. In the days that followed, I couldn’t speak. I sat in her rocking chair, holding the sketchbook she died saving. On the first page, she had written something in her curly, perfect handwriting: > “Draw the world as you see it, but never forget the heart behind it.” She was the heart behind my world. Her funeral was quiet. Just close family and neighbors, the ones she always gave extra tomatoes to from her garden. I spoke for the first time in days. I told them she was more than brave. She was endless love wrapped in a floral dress and a gentle soul. Every year since then, on that same day, I return to the tracks. I place a heart-shaped pancake on the rail and draw something new in my sketchbook. She may be gone from this world, but I carry her in every line I draw, every breath I take. Some people leave legacies. My grandma gave me life—twice. --- Would you like a version of this formatted for printing or with illustrations?

3 weeks ago | 0

@FireJacket

Is there any fix to having shaky hands when aiming? My hands shake so much whenever I shoot it is unbelievable.

3 weeks ago | 0

@biscuitthedachshund8036

The leopard 1a5 would be nice

3 weeks ago | 2

@KeepOnGrass

Don’t know if you noticed but in the patch notes the avenger canvas got fixed finally and same with the Ho Ri

3 weeks ago | 1

@strikingfoil345

Have you done a video on the Ito 90M yet?

3 weeks ago | 1