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We have to go with VIIB and none of that other hipster crap. The captain should be courageous, but mellow out to average by, say, '41. Also go all-in on G7a torpedoes, gently caress that electric piece of crap.
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# ¿ Feb 3, 2014 15:20 |
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# ¿ Apr 25, 2024 22:19 |
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So now you'e pretty much refitting until '42.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2014 23:30 |
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Is it just me, or does the emblem doggie have a boner?
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# ¿ Feb 8, 2014 00:47 |
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Yep, 1939, VIIB. Let's make it a true roguelike GRADENKO, YOU DEAD PANSY, SIT DOWN AND WATCH HOW REAL MEN DO IT. Let's do this.
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# ¿ Feb 12, 2014 11:47 |
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drat those merchant cowards, come back here and fight!
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# ¿ Feb 13, 2014 13:40 |
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I have a sneaking suspicion that with a crate of Jaegermeister on the line, that bastard Gradenko may have sabotaged our boat. Spaced God, your first job is to commence a clandestine toilet-clogging mission as soon as U-49 returns to the port.
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# ¿ Feb 14, 2014 17:40 |
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We've changed Engineer and poo poo stopped breaking all the time. Go figure. A bang-up job from the whole crew. Congratulations, the drinks are on me tonight*. * The offer includes only officers and NCOs.
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# ¿ Feb 15, 2014 14:06 |
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Goddamn malingerers, you don't need legs to load torpedoes! Seriously men, we need to step up our game, as that punk Kretschmer is about to snatch the Knights Cross before we do.
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# ¿ Feb 19, 2014 01:17 |
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Ice cream runs out as war progresses?
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# ¿ Feb 20, 2014 01:15 |
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How much of a refit time we're looking at? By the way, I wouldn't mind using my newfound rank and prestige to browbeat the command into transferring me to a cozy type IX once we finally bust this poor boat or generally when we'll be able to push for a proto-drumbeat. This crew will be number one. Lichtenstein fucked around with this message at 03:00 on Feb 20, 2014 |
# ¿ Feb 20, 2014 02:58 |
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Eh, let's give it a try. Maybe it won't be as faulty as this tin can.
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# ¿ Feb 20, 2014 03:18 |
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# ¿ Apr 25, 2024 22:19 |
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Well that was unexpected.
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2014 00:37 |