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Originally Posted by flag4
...from time to time people turn up to do it. then they dissapear and, generally speaking, you never hear from them again........or how it went?
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There is a legend that those blokes go completely mad in their desire to live the dream. They never come back. They are the ones who convince the wife that the piles of dirty socks, the moldy cheese, the half-spoiled sausages, and the intermittent splashes of cold water to the face all add to the experience. All of those things and more, more, more! to make it as real as possible. We ne'er hear back from them.
They are the true masters of the art of subsimming, forever locked in stolid contemplation of the monitor's eerie glow as the ghostly silhouettes of merchant ships line up in their attack scopes and quickly disintegrate in great columns of blasted seawater. They are the giants bathed in dim red light late at night while their wives gently cry themselves to sleep. Lo! The greatest of men to sail the wrathful digital seas of Silent Hunter 3! They are the worthiest captains we will e'er know, and yet we know them not.
For they slip quietly beneath the waves to stalk their prey unseen, and are unheard by even the best ASW that SH3 can throw at them. Hedgehogs dodge them, my friends! Depth charges fear them! Leigh lights cannot illuminate them, my brothers! And no radar or sonar in that simulated hell can detect them. For they are the mightiest of men to have boarded this great ship of ours. Forever may they be remembered.
