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The winner(s) may get the chance to have their very own creation featured on Spore.com, and should they meet the criteria for feature creations, they may be featured in Battlefield Heroes as well.

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Compendium of the Forum
January 5th, 2010

Which Map is your favourite?

The "Royal Gazette" is in need of your help, how about submitting articles for it?

As always, there's never just one piece of journalism, take a look at "The overpowered" newspaper

The Horribly Dressed Suckers have devised a fun game of Guess Who? So can you guess who is who from the clan, Horribly Dressed Suckers?

Have you made it on the cross in either Victory Village or Sunset Showdown? If so then get your named added to the Over the Cross List

Usually, suggestion topics do not get the limelight but we do make an exception to great initiative, selflessness and community building. This is why we like the Developer-friendly suggestions portal

This is a one time only thing, we do prefer other topics to promote which aren't suggestions, clans or groups

Don't agree with the above topics gaining this week's spotlight? In that case, nominate topics that you think should be featured in next week's Forum Compendium. We are always looking to give important, funny or interesting topics some love

The Battlefield Heroes Community Team
ShadeShooter, U-238 & Goodman

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That...sound...it sounds like...an engine, too small for a tank, too heavy for a plane then it must be a jeep but, why am I dreaming of a jeep? The honk of a horn awakens the sleeping soldier from his slumber as another two pips blast through the base in a rapid succession. "Hold ya bloody horses! I'm up!" The Royal soldier born as Paul Dakota, whom was now better known as "The Coffee Monster" slowly sat up from his bunk, yet it seemed his pace was not quick enough for the driver as an old friend burst through the tent entrance. Dakota chuckles to himself and shakes his head, speaking to the man in front of him while getting himself dressed. "Well I'll be...should of known it was the one we nicknamed "Rapidflash" with the way you hammered that poor horn...well, what is it?"

The man smirks at Paul, shaking the hand of his long war partner-in-crime "Yeah I still don't get where that nickname comes from, except for the fact my name is Ray Flash, either way have you heard? The Nationals want to make a truce, well not a full blown truce but seems they, like us are missing the fun within the sports competitions we had and want to hold a new type of competition" He pauses to see Paul's eyebrow raise while listening intently, his hands working with his lace and boots as he begins to lace up the black leather without having to even look down once. "What 'kind' of new competition are we talking about here?"

Ray grins, it's the same type of grin that people get when they have a crazy idea, except this time he was agreeing with a National idea. "Jeep wars...just for fun mind you, no gold, no accusations...just plain ol' fun with the good ol' bucket out there" Ray replies with enthusiasm but it is met with Paul slapping the palm of his hand into his own face in disbelief. He inhales in slow before exhaling deeply and standing up, his eyes glancing at Ray before shaking his head. "You do realise that this is just a trap for the Nationals to lower our numbers right? And that it would be a great way of killing off not just transport but our resources as well?" Paul's tone was stern and serious yet it was replied to with no verbal answer, just a wide grin and the nod of the head. Paul turns his back for a second, brushing a hand through his brunette hair and sighing before turning around and staring at the same guy that has helped him out in a few tough battles. A shrug of the shoulders and a sly grin indicates his answer. "Alright, I'm in but I'm driving"

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