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How did you die this time?
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He....not the usual one I'm afraid
To make a long story short: My wife opens the door and yells: "Little John (My youngest son) is cryinga nd whining, he doesn't want to sleep, I'm sick of this I'm done and I don't stand this rubbish anymore"
I go to to little John's room, calm him, read him a tale and leave him sleeping.
When I return to Sh3, a fu***g Sunderland has DCed my sub to death in the Bay of Biscay and my crew has died.
I guess my crew is in Valhalla talkings pests about little John
