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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]

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Darth Herobrine said:
I would like to point out that a good death does not equal a painless one. With the exception of the ships outright sunk or annihilated, Crossroads would have been a very painful death.
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Did I ever say a good death was painless? No. No I did not. Unless you're so badly hurt you no longer feel pain, which fucking sucks for a number of reasons, dying is painful. Blood loss isn't this nice and light, fluffy thing that makes you fade out, it's this sucking feeling as oh hey it doesn't matter you're trying to breathe anymore. Getting strangulated is like have a wire peel your throat open. Burns don't hurt as they leach every drop of water from your body, until you move and you feel as if you were on fire again. Watching your skin flap loose can give you nightmares- I know it tried for me. Stab wounds aren't so bad, until you realize that you can't move because a system that's reliant on every part moving together can no longer do that.

I'll tell you what Crossroads was like. Immagine being struck by a fist of God, searing every inch of your skin and breaking every bone. Immagine being paralyzed, every sense tingling in white noise and pain as you loose control of your body, lying there helpless. The pain in truth starts later, every twitch tearing open muscles that were seared together by the blast. There might be some skin left, somewhere, but most of you is a blackened mess. Each gap in the charred remains of flesh is a place for saltwater to seep in, giving you new aches. Your lungs are gone, blown out from the overpressure wave. Your ears are ripped off, your eyes burst.

You're not dead yet. You could lie there for a day, waiting to dehydrate to death, waiting for your poor lungs to stop pulling in oxygen. A torpedo to end it all would be a kindness at that point, but the proof is you surviving to need it.
 
Sorry to go off topic here, but does anyone know a good CV-6 model that's $60 or less and has '44 aircraft? Only one I could find is on pre-order and has TBDs and Wildcats
 
7734 said:
Did I ever say a good death was painless? No. No I did not. Unless you're so badly hurt you no longer feel pain, which fucking sucks for a number of reasons, dying is painful. Blood loss isn't this nice and light, fluffy thing that makes you fade out, it's this sucking feeling as oh hey it doesn't matter you're trying to breathe anymore. Getting strangulated is like have a wire peel your throat open. Burns don't hurt as they leach every drop of water from your body, until you move and you feel as if you were on fire again. Watching your skin flap loose can give you nightmares- I know it tried for me. Stab wounds aren't so bad, until you realize that you can't move because a system that's reliant on every part moving together can no longer do that.

I'll tell you what Crossroads was like. Immagine being struck by a fist of God, searing every inch of your skin and breaking every bone. Immagine being paralyzed, every sense tingling in white noise and pain as you loose control of your body, lying there helpless. The pain in truth starts later, every twitch tearing open muscles that were seared together by the blast. There might be some skin left, somewhere, but most of you is a blackened mess. Each gap in the charred remains of flesh is a place for saltwater to seep in, giving you new aches. Your lungs are gone, blown out from the overpressure wave. Your ears are ripped off, your eyes burst.

You're not dead yet. You could lie there for a day, waiting to dehydrate to death, waiting for your poor lungs to stop pulling in oxygen. A torpedo to end it all would be a kindness at that point, but the proof is you surviving to need it.
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It's amazing that you state that is not something that one would get trauma over, it really is. And that you would laugh in the face of it as well.
 
7734 said:
Did I ever say a good death was painless? No. No I did not. Unless you're so badly hurt you no longer feel pain, which fucking sucks for a number of reasons, dying is painful. Blood loss isn't this nice and light, fluffy thing that makes you fade out, it's this sucking feeling as oh hey it doesn't matter you're trying to breathe anymore. Getting strangulated is like have a wire peel your throat open. Burns don't hurt as they leach every drop of water from your body, until you move and you feel as if you were on fire again. Watching your skin flap loose can give you nightmares- I know it tried for me. Stab wounds aren't so bad, until you realize that you can't move because a system that's reliant on every part moving together can no longer do that.

I'll tell you what Crossroads was like. Immagine being struck by a fist of God, searing every inch of your skin and breaking every bone. Immagine being paralyzed, every sense tingling in white noise and pain as you loose control of your body, lying there helpless. The pain in truth starts later, every twitch tearing open muscles that were seared together by the blast. There might be some skin left, somewhere, but most of you is a blackened mess. Each gap in the charred remains of flesh is a place for saltwater to seep in, giving you new aches. Your lungs are gone, blown out from the overpressure wave. Your ears are ripped off, your eyes burst.

You're not dead yet. You could lie there for a day, waiting to dehydrate to death, waiting for your poor lungs to stop pulling in oxygen. A torpedo to end it all would be a kindness at that point, but the proof is you surviving to need it.
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Only none of the ships during the test had any crew aboard. They weren't ships, not really. They were just hulls that had at one point been ships. A ship needs a hull and a soul. Without her crew, without her soul, she's just so much iron floating on a pond. Some of their crew does rub off on the ship, which is how you get shipgirls. But a ship without her crew just isn't whole.

A ship "dies" when the last of her crew steps off her for the last time. Going to the breakers is less a torturous death, and more the embalmers doing their work. The ships at crossroads were generally aware of what was happening to them, but they were already well on their way to the locker before the first bomb dropped. What pain they felt was dulled almost to nothing, and the last thing Sara felt was a vague sense of pride that she'd found one last way to serve her country.

Plus, shipgirls have very different sensitivities to pain, which will come in handy for a certain someone...
 
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Harry Leferts said:
It's amazing that you state that is not something that one would get trauma over, it really is. And that you would laugh in the face of it as well.
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Trauma's a funny thing. Sometimes the most unexpected things cause it, sometimes things that would horrify and cause despair won't scratch a person's psyche. One of the more telling things is compartmentalization, and going out into a target range knowing you're about to get bombed is some pretty strong compartmentalization.

theJMPer said:
Only none of the ships during the test had any crew aboard. They weren't ships, not really. They were just hulls that had at one point been ships. A ship needs a hull and a soul. Without her crew, without her soul, she's just so much iron floating on a pond. Some of their crew does rub off on the ship, which is how you get shipgirls. But a ship without her crew just isn't whole.
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Pah. The ship's the ship, wheter she's standing empty on blocks or in the height of her life. You don't see an engine complaining it's been left in a yard for twenty years until it's been re-installed in a car. Consciousness and identity is tied to the materiel itself, else it would ebb and flow more than it does. It's like chasing demons out of the tractor, really- the creation is greater than the sum of it's parts, but you cannot affect said sum except by going through the parts. It's why equipment changeovers are a thing, and why crew swaps happen too. If a large part of it wasn't tied to the hull, Japan would be swimming in resources by now- they have the dedication and modern leanings to improve affairs. Instead, they're left with the ghosts of an impotent past.

Besides, where would a baby shipgirl get crew form anyway? They're parents are defacto static, ergo there must be something else, some ephermal source of soul tied to the steel to make up the gap until they can acquire one the old-fashioned way.
 
Have we seen Arizona or Mutsu interact with their chibi-selves? I... am alarmed at the thought that I may have missed that scene, given its comedy potential.

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Regarding the Crossroads shipgirls (among others), well. I've always felt that defining shipgirls primarily by their death is a bit limited. Most of these ships had twenty or thirty years of 'adult' life between birth and death, and that's going to color their character quite a lot.

Saratoga is Saratoga, she's got a lot of history to her name. Her personality is going to be a product of all of that, and while Crossroads may color it, it won't control it.
 
Simon_Jester said:
Regarding the Crossroads shipgirls (among others), well. I've always felt that defining shipgirls primarily by their death is a bit limited. Most of these ships had twenty or thirty years of 'adult' life between birth and death, and that's going to color their character quite a lot.

Saratoga is Saratoga, she's got a lot of history to her name. Her personality is going to be a product of all of that, and while Crossroads may color it, it won't control it.
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Personally, I can see how they died leading to certain personality quirks, such as ships sunk by subs being adverse to being around them. Then there's Arizona's paranoia and Mutsu's defensiveness of her Number Three turret.
 
Old Iron said:
Davy Jones: Hey. Hey! Chill out. It's a wedding for chrissakes.
Tosa: ...Sorry.
Davy Jones: Good. Now sit your ass down and you might get some cake.
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So, the Abyssals attack, everyone is going "Oh Shit!" before giant black chains erupt from the bay and block the incoming shells before grabbing the offending Abyssals and throwing them away from the ceremony.

I like it.
 
7734 said:
Besides, where would a baby shipgirl get crew form anyway? They're parents are defacto static, ergo there must be something else, some ephermal source of soul tied to the steel to make up the gap until they can acquire one the old-fashioned way.
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Mirai: I have decided that you will be part of my crew!
Sailor: What?
Mary: *drags sister off* Please stop pestering the enlisted.
Simon_Jester said:
Have we seen Arizona or Mutsu interact with their chibi-selves? I... am alarmed at the thought that I may have missed that scene, given its comedy potential.
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Mutsu got to see her miniature for a brief moment during the date. Minimu brought out the wine. But her mind was elsewhere at the time, so she didn't really get to appreciate her mini's presence. And given they go where Jane goes, they're easy to miss if you're busy.

And Ari has not a single inkling there's a Smolzona running around~
 
Old Iron said:
Mutsu got to see her miniature for a brief moment during the date. Minimu brought out the wine. But her mind was elsewhere at the time, so she didn't really get to appreciate her mini's presence. And given they go where Jane goes, they're easy to miss if you're busy.

And Ari has not a single inkling there's a Smozona running around~
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Pennsy stared down at the little... being in front of her. It looked like a tiny, fairy sized version of her sister which was also staring at her in return. Behind her, on the wall, the clock ticked back and forth as the two held a staring contest before Pennsy looked first in one direction and then the other. Not seeing anything or anyone, she picked up the tiny being and placed it in her shirt pocket before rubbing it's head. That done, she buttoned up her jacket and walked off with a small smile on her face.
 
Harry Leferts said:
Pennsy stared down at the little... being in front of her. It looked like a tiny, fairy sized version of her sister which was also staring at her in return. Behind her, on the wall, the clock ticked back and forth as the two held a staring contest before Pennsy looked first in one direction and then the other. Not seeing anything or anyone, she picked up the tiny being and placed it in her shirt pocket before rubbing it's head. That done, she buttoned up her jacket and walked off with a small smile on her face.
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D'aww...
Burning Baron said:
But that's why they're there.
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But shouldn't she get officers to pester the enlisted?
 
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