Telemon
08-17-13, 02:21 PM
Just getting it of my chest, it's that or throw the PC out of the window.
Saturday. Just after 1400hrs real time.
I pick up my patrol where I left off earlier in the week. Oct '39. In square BE29 chasing a large medium speed convoy which I had attacked earlier, sinking a large merchantman. Escorts, two DDs and a Black Swan frigate forced me deep and kept me there for several (game) hours. Weather is awful Cloud, poor vis, 15mtrs/sec+ Black as the proverbial witches tit.
At last the escorts return to the convoy. I surface unscathed. Convoy when last seen was heading SSW so off I go at flank to catch it. I know there are at least three tankers in it. Mouth watering!
So back to today. I work hard and eventually sight a DD which is screening the rear of the convoy. I can't/daren't increase the time in case it sights me and closes before I can dodge.
Slowly, oh so slowing I gain on the rearmost ships in the port outer column, max vis is about 2800mtrs. I can't get a reliable fix for course and speed yet. I just have to keep ploughing on to the head and get it later as it gets light. At the moment it's c0530 hrs.
I've now been playing for over four hours realtime and I'm now half way uip the port column. It's looking good. Then disaster! My wife says tea is ready. I save and exit.
I should say here that in this my first patrol in a new career I have all the realism boxes ticked except the 'stabilised view'. I am doing my plotting on my desk using paper, protracter, pencil and rule. (I could say that every hour on the hour my wife throws a bucket of cold water over me for realism but it would be a 'Porky').
Tea over with and the washing up done, my job, I get back to the serious business; log in start the career and load the last save. All's well for the first 30sec or so. I alter course and then!!!
Yes youv'e guessed it, no prizes, yah boo!
A polite message to say the game has crashed Sorry!
SORRY it says! SORRY, as if that makes it all right.
Not to worry I had a cunning plan, I've saved each hour of play to meet with such an eventually. No flies on Malone.
Back to the previous save....../
Dear readers I leave you to imagine if you can the atmosphere in the corner of my lounge. The blue air the frightened budgies. It is most definitely not what the rich call prayers. I did have the presnce of mind to tell my dear wife to put her fingers in her ears.
None of my saves work.
I honestly don't know wheter to laugh or cry or throw the D*** PC out of the window.
My wife says "It's only a game" but how can she understand. Only here might I find a sympathetic ear, Or.
Is that hysterical laughter I hear in the background?
Saturday. Just after 1400hrs real time.
I pick up my patrol where I left off earlier in the week. Oct '39. In square BE29 chasing a large medium speed convoy which I had attacked earlier, sinking a large merchantman. Escorts, two DDs and a Black Swan frigate forced me deep and kept me there for several (game) hours. Weather is awful Cloud, poor vis, 15mtrs/sec+ Black as the proverbial witches tit.
At last the escorts return to the convoy. I surface unscathed. Convoy when last seen was heading SSW so off I go at flank to catch it. I know there are at least three tankers in it. Mouth watering!
So back to today. I work hard and eventually sight a DD which is screening the rear of the convoy. I can't/daren't increase the time in case it sights me and closes before I can dodge.
Slowly, oh so slowing I gain on the rearmost ships in the port outer column, max vis is about 2800mtrs. I can't get a reliable fix for course and speed yet. I just have to keep ploughing on to the head and get it later as it gets light. At the moment it's c0530 hrs.
I've now been playing for over four hours realtime and I'm now half way uip the port column. It's looking good. Then disaster! My wife says tea is ready. I save and exit.
I should say here that in this my first patrol in a new career I have all the realism boxes ticked except the 'stabilised view'. I am doing my plotting on my desk using paper, protracter, pencil and rule. (I could say that every hour on the hour my wife throws a bucket of cold water over me for realism but it would be a 'Porky').
Tea over with and the washing up done, my job, I get back to the serious business; log in start the career and load the last save. All's well for the first 30sec or so. I alter course and then!!!
Yes youv'e guessed it, no prizes, yah boo!
A polite message to say the game has crashed Sorry!
SORRY it says! SORRY, as if that makes it all right.
Not to worry I had a cunning plan, I've saved each hour of play to meet with such an eventually. No flies on Malone.
Back to the previous save....../
Dear readers I leave you to imagine if you can the atmosphere in the corner of my lounge. The blue air the frightened budgies. It is most definitely not what the rich call prayers. I did have the presnce of mind to tell my dear wife to put her fingers in her ears.
None of my saves work.
I honestly don't know wheter to laugh or cry or throw the D*** PC out of the window.
My wife says "It's only a game" but how can she understand. Only here might I find a sympathetic ear, Or.
Is that hysterical laughter I hear in the background?