i can see how this would go. you'd litterally control the crew individually but because there's 50 guys on board you'd constantly be lining them up to use the bathroom. or they'd just go where they were, they'd all be upset and angry and after working in the torpedo room for long hours many would be falling asleep.
some might even get trapped in compartments and die from malnutrition because 50 guys can't all grab a quick snack from the fridge (what fridge)
the inside of the sub would go from something akin to a machine of war into something out of a 70's disco horror. the command room floor would be one of those light up disco floors and there would be a love couch in the corner. in the bow bunk space there would be little room for torpedo's as you wouldn't see the 42" plasma and the kewl stereo system in there along with at least a wardrobe and lots of beds, the beds are important because the crew don't know how to sleep on a bunk or how to share them for that matter.
i guarentee that after about 2 hours every member of the crew will be shouting for your attention, every single one with have a deep red icon above their head. then you'll get depth charged...
pete
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