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Out of my fucking way!
8/10 rages
Here I am playing SH3 (+GWX3), it's year 1942 and I'm on way back from an uneventful patrol in the south Atlantic, riding my glorious IX-A. Hell - I'm thinking - I didn't raid any port lately, might as well visit Gibraltar. Looks like a cool place.
The situation is as followed:
- you can only enter the port from the south
- it's shallow, periscope depth is as far as you go
+ the bay is large, you have enough place to play hide&seek
+ the port is guarded by: 1 Elco Boat and 2 shitty tugs
I slowly proceed through the bay directly to the port looking for some fat targets - and there I see two destroyers but fuck them... there are 2 Cruisers (+10 000t) plus the icing on the cake a London Class Heavy Cruiser (+13000t). Oh God it's heaven!
Or so I thought, I also saw two small dots on the other side of the bay but there were too far away for identification (didn't want to bring my periscope up because the tugs were circling very close). I had time so I took the camera (fuck you, I know it's a noclip command gone legal but it gives me a boner every time I use it) for a longer trip. So I'm closing, closing... the closer I am the stranger one of the ships looks... and then... holy shit!
It's H.M.S Motherfucking Nelson...
How happy I was, how naive I was. As of now it's the third day I try to sink those fuckers to the bottom. It's not that it's hard, it just that it takes a shit load of time... and some other problems:
1. Hmm, it's 1a.m., might as well finish for for now, you can always have a cup of burning fuel in the morning
Morning. Saves are corrupt.
2. The game just crushed for fuck of a reason.
3. The tug crushes into me because they can't sail worth of shit... not to mention them coming back and bombing me till kingdom comes.
4. Generally running out of ammo because the torpedoes are being a bitch.
Today, the situation was finally shaping up. Or so I thought.
1. Sinking the Nelson - the bitch took 4 shots and it looked like it didn't even break a sweat. But the fifth one generated some awesome frame shuttering fireworks.
2. Next a Small Depot Ship that was nearby.
3. Sinking one of the Cruisers.
4. Sinking the Heavy Cruiser. Around 70 000t is sunk, I'm dry.
5. Getting the fuck away from here. They tugs were looking for me but in the wrong place - long range attack on the Depot Ship concentrated their attention elsewhere.
6. Tugs are close but nonthreatening.
7. WHAM! Who the hell put an anti-submarine net here? Don't remember it being here last time. Anyway, minor damage - repairing it took like two minutes.
8. To 40m we go and under the net.
9. Free, thugs far away! Engine 60%, periscope depth... time to get back home.
10. Time compression to 16x.
11. Suddenly I look back and the tug is breathing down my neck. Damn it all to hell! Dive! Rudder to Port! *Two Depth-Charges hit me on both sides* Three forward compartments are taking on water, I scramble the damage control that was still on standby. Shit is serious, but it can still manage it... if I wasn't sinking like a stone 60... 70... 80... too fucking fast... WHAM! Explosion in the second compartment (not a depth-charge).
Status: Damage Control crew's dead, along with at least 10 other that were in the compartment. My U-105 is going to the bottom while I still curse like there is no tomorrow.
ARGH!
8/10 rages
Here I am playing SH3 (+GWX3), it's year 1942 and I'm on way back from an uneventful patrol in the south Atlantic, riding my glorious IX-A. Hell - I'm thinking - I didn't raid any port lately, might as well visit Gibraltar. Looks like a cool place.
The situation is as followed:
- you can only enter the port from the south
- it's shallow, periscope depth is as far as you go
+ the bay is large, you have enough place to play hide&seek
+ the port is guarded by: 1 Elco Boat and 2 shitty tugs
I slowly proceed through the bay directly to the port looking for some fat targets - and there I see two destroyers but fuck them... there are 2 Cruisers (+10 000t) plus the icing on the cake a London Class Heavy Cruiser (+13000t). Oh God it's heaven!
Or so I thought, I also saw two small dots on the other side of the bay but there were too far away for identification (didn't want to bring my periscope up because the tugs were circling very close). I had time so I took the camera (fuck you, I know it's a noclip command gone legal but it gives me a boner every time I use it) for a longer trip. So I'm closing, closing... the closer I am the stranger one of the ships looks... and then... holy shit!
It's H.M.S Motherfucking Nelson...
How happy I was, how naive I was. As of now it's the third day I try to sink those fuckers to the bottom. It's not that it's hard, it just that it takes a shit load of time... and some other problems:
1. Hmm, it's 1a.m., might as well finish for for now, you can always have a cup of burning fuel in the morning
Morning. Saves are corrupt.
2. The game just crushed for fuck of a reason.
3. The tug crushes into me because they can't sail worth of shit... not to mention them coming back and bombing me till kingdom comes.
4. Generally running out of ammo because the torpedoes are being a bitch.
Today, the situation was finally shaping up. Or so I thought.
1. Sinking the Nelson - the bitch took 4 shots and it looked like it didn't even break a sweat. But the fifth one generated some awesome frame shuttering fireworks.
2. Next a Small Depot Ship that was nearby.
3. Sinking one of the Cruisers.
4. Sinking the Heavy Cruiser. Around 70 000t is sunk, I'm dry.
5. Getting the fuck away from here. They tugs were looking for me but in the wrong place - long range attack on the Depot Ship concentrated their attention elsewhere.
6. Tugs are close but nonthreatening.
7. WHAM! Who the hell put an anti-submarine net here? Don't remember it being here last time. Anyway, minor damage - repairing it took like two minutes.
8. To 40m we go and under the net.
9. Free, thugs far away! Engine 60%, periscope depth... time to get back home.
10. Time compression to 16x.
11. Suddenly I look back and the tug is breathing down my neck. Damn it all to hell! Dive! Rudder to Port! *Two Depth-Charges hit me on both sides* Three forward compartments are taking on water, I scramble the damage control that was still on standby. Shit is serious, but it can still manage it... if I wasn't sinking like a stone 60... 70... 80... too fucking fast... WHAM! Explosion in the second compartment (not a depth-charge).
Status: Damage Control crew's dead, along with at least 10 other that were in the compartment. My U-105 is going to the bottom while I still curse like there is no tomorrow.
ARGH!