I usually don't say anything. I just stare at the screen with my jaw agape. Then after a heavy sigh I start a new career.

I'm on type IXB now, so naturally I often say:

"Dive, dammit, dive!!!! :D

A very softly muttered "scheisse" moments before the Screen of Death...:nope:

A few that come to mind

"Ohhhhh sh*t,sh*t,sh*t,sh*t,sh*t....." - too numerous to mention

"Ah-ha ha ha! Go swim, you b*stards!" - Once after sinking a Revenge class

"Dammit, are you on my side or Churchill's?!" - to the cat after she jumps in front of the monitor

"Wasserbomb?! Gee, you think!?" - again, too numerous to mention

"Ooooh, ain't you a bunch of pretty girls" - to a task force full of BB's

"FU*K!"
"NOT GOOD,NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD!"
"Oh **** this is gona hurt!"
"What the fu*k!?"
"ut-oh"

oooh thatll leave a mark.

Escort has an acoustic eel blow the props and rudders off, take that you limey a*****e!

Sheisse comes up a lot, and my 15 yearold daughter says, "thanks Dad! Now I can't get in trouble with my teachers! You've taught me soooooo many colourful metaphors in different languages, that I just keep them baffled!"

the reason why i got a new lcd monitor a month ago was this,, i was gwx convoy 3 bb and a carrier i sink all 3 and aiming for carrier then CTD.. :damn: , thats when i snapped, taking my mouse and whipping it into my crt monitor smashing the mouse into pieces( crt was old enyway) then crt started warping te colors lke all yellow or all blue then i got more pissed and took my keyboard and smacked the side of it 2wice before monitor flew off and keyboard broke in half, now i got a shiny new lc monitor, g15 logitech keyboard (with led backlight:rock::rock: ) i can play at night yay:arrgh!: , and a g5 gaming mouse , lol
:arrgh!::arrgh!:

Yep that what i say as well :rotfl:

:stare:Usualy a..

* Ahh Dammit not again!:damn:
* Your SOooooo Screwed:arrgh!:

* It Was you Bernard... :nope: WASN'T IT!:stare:

My venting is mostly nonverbal...but feels good.

http://www.eskimo.com/%7Esnowfall/Computersmasher.gif

"Super" is my death rattle, but mostly I try to explain to the people who spend time at my dorm why I'm playing as the Nazis.

My big thing isn't verbal, though. I was using a VII in 1939 and I suffered four duds in a row, all perfect hits otherwise. To calm myself down I made myself a tall glass of tea (Irish Breakfast). I'm no Brit, but I love my tea. Every other torp functioned perfectly after that. And since every good seaman is a paranoid superstitious nut at heart I took that glass of tea as the probable cause. Now I drink a glass after every dud. In the early war I'm generally so caffeinated I fear for my health.

Most of the things ive said fall into two catagories..

- Yaaawwwnnnn

and

- every variation of every profanity word in the english language that you could possibly imagine, along with a few fist slammings on the desk.

When Im alone.

God damned motherf**king mines.

F**king duds.

God damned f**king tosser id like to see you try that f**king again so I can stick my torp up your a**.

You better be f**king running.

Yeah thats what I f**king thought.

WTF is he doing.

Histerical laughter and.

Yeah how do you like that you son of a b*** go tell all your friends and cry to your f**king mommy cause I hope that torp hurt.

When my Girlfriend is over.

Oh well stuff happens...

Bad habits die hard I say most of these things automatically without thinking... meh.

My comments reflect that I usually have a wife and two young daughters sitting in the adjoining room...

"Hmmm, something tells me that particular course of action I just took may not have been overly intelligent. Yep, here he comes."

"How did I hit that ship?"

"Oh great, another Hurricane."

"What a pretty ship...sink ship, sink..."

"Why can't you keep a steady 12 metres depth? What do I pay you for?" ;)