Okay, so this all came about due to Triggerhappy Jaberwocky on SB making an innocent post about...
Craziness in the Ports (Kantai Collection-WoWs)
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Intro and Part 1
Okay, so this all came about due to Triggerhappy Jaberwocky on SB making an innocent post about a lot people in the Kantai Collection Fanfic Recs and Ideas thread there played World of Warships as well, what people's ports look like if their ships were turned into shipgirls.
I pondered that idea long and hard, and I began characterizing all of my ships over the next ten hours while working on job applications and other things. Eventually, I had two and a half words of characterizations for my twenty-one ships of my WoWs port plus one extra ship as a sort of 'Port Manager,' if you will. Well, the idea expanded past there as I used it to break up a mental block for writing, and I realized that this was something with a lot of potential.
So, all of that rambling aside, here is Part 1!
It's a bit shorter, but Part 2 will make up for that, plus other people who will be contributing from the writing group on Skype.
I pondered that idea long and hard, and I began characterizing all of my ships over the next ten hours while working on job applications and other things. Eventually, I had two and a half words of characterizations for my twenty-one ships of my WoWs port plus one extra ship as a sort of 'Port Manager,' if you will. Well, the idea expanded past there as I used it to break up a mental block for writing, and I realized that this was something with a lot of potential.
So, all of that rambling aside, here is Part 1!
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This cannot be happening. I could only be glad that my brother was away at work when this silver-haired woman walked out across the water of my port in World of Warships. "Oi, ya lazy Admiral-Commodore-lackey! It's time to dish out the daily thrashings by yours truly, USS Pensacola! No need to check your contact listing! I did that for ya, and none of your puissant, wussy friends are online right now!"
I covered my face with my hands. Why did a woman from my dreams and imagination have to be in my game? Oh, she was still yelling out me. Better turn the down the volume. "Heh, ya think you can shut me up like that? The only way you're gonna make me happy is if you take me out right the Hell now and let me do my job of mauling those poor fuckers on the web! I'll show them who the really shitty excuse for an existence is!" I realized that she had climbed up on top of her frontal triple turret and was now perched there with her legs crossed after a brief glimpse up her skirt with a proud smirk on her lips. "Ya just can't your eyes off of me, can you? Good! Now, we gonna," I hit my keyboard's mute button while blushing furiously. "...As I was sayin', we gonna go out and kick some derpy asses now or what?"
It didn't work. I hit the mute button on the remote for my TV/computer monitor, but she kept right on talking. "Hey, if you just wanted to stare at me like that, ya could've just asked! Come on, let's go brawlin'!" Time to nope the Hell out of this. Except, I couldn't she had grabbed the mouse icon-arrow and was keeping it trapped in her left armpit. "Nope! Ya ain't loggin' out of this session until I've had my fight!" So that's when she reached outwards, towards me, and broke the fourth wall by grabbing the edge of my desk. The size of my eyes grew three sizes in that moment of shock from seeing her surprisingly-pale arm in person for the part not covered by her uniform's sleeve or her elbow-length inner glove. It was strange how she had that fine, almost opera-style, skintight inner glove and then an outer glove that would probably be worn by anyone in martial arts who punched things enough. I looked back to her face in the monitor and realized that she was speaking to me again. "If you won't give me satisfaction here, then I'm gonna come there and take it out of you!"
"What the Hell have I done?" When I finally spoke, I saw her grin broadly as she let go the arrow-icon to stretch her other arm out of the monitor and grab the back of my head. "What are you doing?" I finally and truly freaking out now as her head and torso emerged from the monitor.
She smiled sweetly, leaving me confused and dumbfounded. "I'm takin' my satisfaction from ya out here. I said what I meant, and I'm a cruiser of my word!" Then she pressed her lips to my own, and I realized how real she seemed and felt. I closed my eyes as we deepened the kiss, before feeling a weight and warm presence in my lap. As we broke the kiss, I opened an eye to take in the fact that she had apparently pulled the rest of herself out of the monitor and had taken the opportunity wrap her legs about my waist while settling herself in my lap. "Now, how was that? Good, am I right?" I nodded dumbly, still in shock over having a random woman first disrupt my plans for gaming and then eradicate any trace of them from her kissing me. "Good. It was fiiine for me too."
I shuddered in response to her low, seductive tone and blinked rapidly as I tried to come to grips over whatever was happening. She grinned back at me. "I, uh, guess we could come to an agreement?" I stuttered a bit as she shifted about in my lap before finding a position that was most embarrassing for me while apparently most comfortable for her. "But how do you know me? How do you like the way you do?"
She smirked at me before gnawing on the side of my neck slightly, causing my arms to quiver before I hesitantly wrapped them around her and pull her in close. She broke off her attack on my neck to squeak cutely. I gave her an incredulous look, making her blush profusely in reply while burying her face into my shoulder. We sat like that a few minutes in total awkward blushing before she finally spoke up. "I...Well, we were created by you. Well, by your skills, stories, and mind really. I know ya, because I've seen you working feverishly from the other side as if it were only a dream for me. I could even touch and influence your dreams a bit. Ya got more nightmares about bein' nuked than I do really." She gave me a soft look before hugging me closely. "We're all here for ya now though, Boss."
I relaxed into the hug before I ran through her words again in my mind to fully process them. "What do you mean by 'we' though?"
She laughed nervously. "Uh, all your ships in yer port are like me. Well, plus one extra carrier."
I frowned as I began to comprehend the magnitude of how doomed I really was. "So, counting you, twenty-one ships?" She shook her head. "Oh, right, plus one carrier. Is it for the Japanese carrier I never bought?" Another shake of her head left me confused before inspiration struck. "Wait, a carrier." I blinked and began shaking my head in disbelief while she smirked triumphantly up at me. "No. Nononononono. That's crazy!"
I would admit to being highly distracted from my questions with Pensacola. So, that was why I never saw the second woman with reddish-brown hair launching herself out of my monitor to tackle me and the cruiser woman onto the floor while breaking my desk chair beyond any hope of repair. Needless to say, I was distracting from that fact by my need to breath while the second woman sealed my lips. Finally, when I could breathe, she leaned back and saluted me. "USS Yorktown reporting sir! I'm here to help manage your fleet and crush your enemies!"
I passed out. This was too much for me today.
---
This cannot be happening. I could only be glad that my brother was away at work when this silver-haired woman walked out across the water of my port in World of Warships. "Oi, ya lazy Admiral-Commodore-lackey! It's time to dish out the daily thrashings by yours truly, USS Pensacola! No need to check your contact listing! I did that for ya, and none of your puissant, wussy friends are online right now!"
I covered my face with my hands. Why did a woman from my dreams and imagination have to be in my game? Oh, she was still yelling out me. Better turn the down the volume. "Heh, ya think you can shut me up like that? The only way you're gonna make me happy is if you take me out right the Hell now and let me do my job of mauling those poor fuckers on the web! I'll show them who the really shitty excuse for an existence is!" I realized that she had climbed up on top of her frontal triple turret and was now perched there with her legs crossed after a brief glimpse up her skirt with a proud smirk on her lips. "Ya just can't your eyes off of me, can you? Good! Now, we gonna," I hit my keyboard's mute button while blushing furiously. "...As I was sayin', we gonna go out and kick some derpy asses now or what?"
It didn't work. I hit the mute button on the remote for my TV/computer monitor, but she kept right on talking. "Hey, if you just wanted to stare at me like that, ya could've just asked! Come on, let's go brawlin'!" Time to nope the Hell out of this. Except, I couldn't she had grabbed the mouse icon-arrow and was keeping it trapped in her left armpit. "Nope! Ya ain't loggin' out of this session until I've had my fight!" So that's when she reached outwards, towards me, and broke the fourth wall by grabbing the edge of my desk. The size of my eyes grew three sizes in that moment of shock from seeing her surprisingly-pale arm in person for the part not covered by her uniform's sleeve or her elbow-length inner glove. It was strange how she had that fine, almost opera-style, skintight inner glove and then an outer glove that would probably be worn by anyone in martial arts who punched things enough. I looked back to her face in the monitor and realized that she was speaking to me again. "If you won't give me satisfaction here, then I'm gonna come there and take it out of you!"
"What the Hell have I done?" When I finally spoke, I saw her grin broadly as she let go the arrow-icon to stretch her other arm out of the monitor and grab the back of my head. "What are you doing?" I finally and truly freaking out now as her head and torso emerged from the monitor.
She smiled sweetly, leaving me confused and dumbfounded. "I'm takin' my satisfaction from ya out here. I said what I meant, and I'm a cruiser of my word!" Then she pressed her lips to my own, and I realized how real she seemed and felt. I closed my eyes as we deepened the kiss, before feeling a weight and warm presence in my lap. As we broke the kiss, I opened an eye to take in the fact that she had apparently pulled the rest of herself out of the monitor and had taken the opportunity wrap her legs about my waist while settling herself in my lap. "Now, how was that? Good, am I right?" I nodded dumbly, still in shock over having a random woman first disrupt my plans for gaming and then eradicate any trace of them from her kissing me. "Good. It was fiiine for me too."
I shuddered in response to her low, seductive tone and blinked rapidly as I tried to come to grips over whatever was happening. She grinned back at me. "I, uh, guess we could come to an agreement?" I stuttered a bit as she shifted about in my lap before finding a position that was most embarrassing for me while apparently most comfortable for her. "But how do you know me? How do you like the way you do?"
She smirked at me before gnawing on the side of my neck slightly, causing my arms to quiver before I hesitantly wrapped them around her and pull her in close. She broke off her attack on my neck to squeak cutely. I gave her an incredulous look, making her blush profusely in reply while burying her face into my shoulder. We sat like that a few minutes in total awkward blushing before she finally spoke up. "I...Well, we were created by you. Well, by your skills, stories, and mind really. I know ya, because I've seen you working feverishly from the other side as if it were only a dream for me. I could even touch and influence your dreams a bit. Ya got more nightmares about bein' nuked than I do really." She gave me a soft look before hugging me closely. "We're all here for ya now though, Boss."
I relaxed into the hug before I ran through her words again in my mind to fully process them. "What do you mean by 'we' though?"
She laughed nervously. "Uh, all your ships in yer port are like me. Well, plus one extra carrier."
I frowned as I began to comprehend the magnitude of how doomed I really was. "So, counting you, twenty-one ships?" She shook her head. "Oh, right, plus one carrier. Is it for the Japanese carrier I never bought?" Another shake of her head left me confused before inspiration struck. "Wait, a carrier." I blinked and began shaking my head in disbelief while she smirked triumphantly up at me. "No. Nononononono. That's crazy!"
I would admit to being highly distracted from my questions with Pensacola. So, that was why I never saw the second woman with reddish-brown hair launching herself out of my monitor to tackle me and the cruiser woman onto the floor while breaking my desk chair beyond any hope of repair. Needless to say, I was distracting from that fact by my need to breath while the second woman sealed my lips. Finally, when I could breathe, she leaned back and saluted me. "USS Yorktown reporting sir! I'm here to help manage your fleet and crush your enemies!"
I passed out. This was too much for me today.
---
It's a bit shorter, but Part 2 will make up for that, plus other people who will be contributing from the writing group on Skype.
Drake's Port
Okay, here's the Character Listing for Drake's Port!
Breaking down by Type, tier, and then giving them a personality based off of how I play them for ships currently in my port.
Breaking down by Type, tier, and then giving them a personality based off of how I play them for ships currently in my port.
General theme: They like to shoot at things. What things? Anything that's not friendly. They all LOVE to hide behind islands and murder ships that didn't think wisely.
Tier 4:
Clemson-class
Oooooh boooooy, WHERE DO I START WITH CLEMSON? Seriously though, she has one of the highest damage-per-matches for any of my destroyers. She's the ultimate ambush predator destroyer and has sunk much bigger ships despite only being armed with four twin-mount of 4-inch (105mm) guns. She's not afraid of any ship, no matter the tier or class. Despite these things, she is a patient tutor and friend (often pulled out to help people climbing the tiers). She loves a good scrap ('fight') and fights with the eyes of the tiger.
Tier 6:
Ognevoi-class
Often the butt of other destroyers' jokes until she gets angry. Surprisingly likable after a brief adjustment period. If she says "I'mma gonna kill it!" in reference to any ship, but especially a battleship (A North Carolina), then it's going to die painfully. Not as injury-prone as some of my other destroyers. She has trauma from long-range shots from cruisers, but then she turns into a blood-thirsty maniac firing AP rounds back at close ranges along with her torpedoes.
Tier 7:
Mahan-class
She likes shooting at things. A lot (has AFT for captain skill). She prefers doing it from long-range with tons of patience and practice to start her favorite things on those annoying cruisers and amusing battleships: FIRES! She doesn't mind other destroyers or aircraft if they're on her team, but she absolutely loathes enemy destroyers and aircraft that are near her or spotting her very noticeable silhouette (7.7km even with Detection camouflage mounted). Prefers to run about with five guns instead of a mere four because more gun is better! Often goes out alone and had a slight adjustment phase when learning things from her predecessor and how to avoid Farragut's long and troubled career (Farragut and I did not get along starting with five consecutive matches against high numbers of IJN DDs with USN CLs/CAs on the enemy AT OCEAN of all maps. Our relationship sank from that high point mostly). Since then, Mahan has been a great girl and a consistently good and reliable teammate. She's fast on her rudders (so to speak) and enjoys pummeling other ships from behind large islands or evicting enemy destroyers from their smokescreens so she can use them. She doesn't mind using torpedoes, but she rarely expects great results from them despite usually getting good results from them. She just lacks the patience to see what happens before shooting her target to light it on fire first.
Blyskawica
She's my Polish Shishkabob Destroyer! Likes to bully other destroyers but she isn't afraid to cause a commotion to distract enemies from her friends. If that doesn't work, a continual bombardment of fires and torpedoes will get them to change their minds. Very injury-prone because of this, but a good, honest teamplayer too. She tends to have runs of bad luck, but she does her best to not get discouraged!
Hatsuharu-class
You know that person who somehow sneaks into your lap or bed for extra hugs and cuddles? That's my Hatsuharu. She doesn't mind getting close with people, but she's typically stand-off-ish with people she doesn't know. She doesn't like planes very much and will often hide behind things when they come near. She doesn't like being the center of attention, but she enjoys doing her job well.
Tier 4:
Clemson-class
Oooooh boooooy, WHERE DO I START WITH CLEMSON? Seriously though, she has one of the highest damage-per-matches for any of my destroyers. She's the ultimate ambush predator destroyer and has sunk much bigger ships despite only being armed with four twin-mount of 4-inch (105mm) guns. She's not afraid of any ship, no matter the tier or class. Despite these things, she is a patient tutor and friend (often pulled out to help people climbing the tiers). She loves a good scrap ('fight') and fights with the eyes of the tiger.
Tier 6:
Ognevoi-class
Often the butt of other destroyers' jokes until she gets angry. Surprisingly likable after a brief adjustment period. If she says "I'mma gonna kill it!" in reference to any ship, but especially a battleship (A North Carolina), then it's going to die painfully. Not as injury-prone as some of my other destroyers. She has trauma from long-range shots from cruisers, but then she turns into a blood-thirsty maniac firing AP rounds back at close ranges along with her torpedoes.
Tier 7:
Mahan-class
She likes shooting at things. A lot (has AFT for captain skill). She prefers doing it from long-range with tons of patience and practice to start her favorite things on those annoying cruisers and amusing battleships: FIRES! She doesn't mind other destroyers or aircraft if they're on her team, but she absolutely loathes enemy destroyers and aircraft that are near her or spotting her very noticeable silhouette (7.7km even with Detection camouflage mounted). Prefers to run about with five guns instead of a mere four because more gun is better! Often goes out alone and had a slight adjustment phase when learning things from her predecessor and how to avoid Farragut's long and troubled career (Farragut and I did not get along starting with five consecutive matches against high numbers of IJN DDs with USN CLs/CAs on the enemy AT OCEAN of all maps. Our relationship sank from that high point mostly). Since then, Mahan has been a great girl and a consistently good and reliable teammate. She's fast on her rudders (so to speak) and enjoys pummeling other ships from behind large islands or evicting enemy destroyers from their smokescreens so she can use them. She doesn't mind using torpedoes, but she rarely expects great results from them despite usually getting good results from them. She just lacks the patience to see what happens before shooting her target to light it on fire first.
Blyskawica
She's my Polish Shishkabob Destroyer! Likes to bully other destroyers but she isn't afraid to cause a commotion to distract enemies from her friends. If that doesn't work, a continual bombardment of fires and torpedoes will get them to change their minds. Very injury-prone because of this, but a good, honest teamplayer too. She tends to have runs of bad luck, but she does her best to not get discouraged!
Hatsuharu-class
You know that person who somehow sneaks into your lap or bed for extra hugs and cuddles? That's my Hatsuharu. She doesn't mind getting close with people, but she's typically stand-off-ish with people she doesn't know. She doesn't like planes very much and will often hide behind things when they come near. She doesn't like being the center of attention, but she enjoys doing her job well.
My cruisers have a bit more...variability in how I play them compared to my cruisers and thus their personalities are different.
Tier 2:
Emden
She hides in the closet and doesn't like going out. She might even be grateful that I didn't scrap her after my one trial battle with her. She's a shut-in who only comes out when Pensacola and Atlanta both get worried about her and drag her out of her room to see some sun and other ships/people.
Tier 3:
Aurora
She's a bruiser, through-and-through. She can single-handedly carry matches by annihilating anything in her path. Loves to maul other cruisers, but prefers to keep them at arms-length away, especially the German cruisers. She has tendency to get locked into spins for minutes on end, but she still has fun shooting up everything nearby. When up against destroyers, she fears no narrow region of water surrounded by islands unless she's outnumbered three-to-one, and even then she might reap them all. A bit sneaky at times, but she ultimately enjoys a good brawl against battleships where erratic turns and speed-shifts throw off their aim while they burn merrily to the waterline. (One of my Top Three Ships in sunk ships). She would be a patient tutor and friend (often pulled out to help people climbing the tiers) if she didn't kill everything and steal all of the XP and credits.
Tier 4:
Phoenix-class
She likes her fires, but she's fragile and delicate for all that she wants to get in close to the action so she can launch her torpedoes. She has a habit of getting stuck going in circles though. Still annoyed over the whole 'not existing in real life' and being worse than the Omaha. Like many of my cruisers, she's fine with operating alone, but she works best when showing others the ropes to combat or in a dedicated hunting pack (division).
Tier 5:
Furutaka-class
An old favorite of mine and recently-returned to my port, she resembles the appearance of the shipgirl of Kantai Collection while possessing some of the personality of Kongou from that game (many fond memories of the ship, uses my old Kongou's captain).
Tier 6:
Cleveland-class and Nurnberg-class
I'm combining these two together, because I play them fairly similarly with a few exceptions. Cleveland is big, tougher cousin to Nurnberg, and they bond with each other through bombarding ships at long ranges (17.6km/19.8km respectively), gunning down planes with smiles, perforating destroyers, and setting everything in sight on fire. Now, that's not to say that they don't love blowing holes into ships with AP rounds, because they very much do! Enemy cruisers within 10 km often find themselves being shot apart by either of these two murderous cousins. At ranges less than 7km (at the maximum), even battleships become quick victims of rapid-firing AP volleys that tear chunks of their ships out from the hull. Cleveland is like a trained boxer as she knows a limited set of skills exceedingly well. Nurnberg is the more-diverse cousin with her torpedoes being very potent weapons from ambush to make up for her reduced punches of only three turrets. Both of the cousins enjoy turning wildly at mid-to-long ranges where their guns are still effective yet left with plenty of time to get out of the way from return hits. Ultimately, Nurnberg is much more fragile than her American cousin, and she can't keep up when enemies inevitably direct their attention to her. However, they both enjoy escorting battleships and supporting destroyers so those enemies have lots of other targets to distract them. Cleveland is downright bloodthirsty though underneath her caring exterior and helpful nature (#1 in ships sunk). Surprisingly, Nurnberg does a better job of coming home while still decently-dressed (higher percent of games survived) although Cleveland is much more experienced at combat. Both of them get really annoyed when they lose guns due to enemy fire.
Tier 7:
Arpeggio Myoukou is who she is in AoBS. *Shrugs.* She's dependable and reliable so far. Not a lot of experience yet.
Atlanta-class
Atlanta is a sneaky prankster who likes to hang out with friendly ships regardless of their class (frequent escort duty). Despite that, she's racked up some extremely impressive fights when working with a pack of destroyers to ruin enemy destroyers and battleships. The only scarier than Atlanta when she has the range on your ship is when you can't see her and she has you locked on. She finds planes cute. Enemy planes are even cuter because they just drop out of the sky when they get within 7.2 km (AFT plus AA guns range upgrade). She can be a bit fragile, but she has no problem turning the other cheek to unload fourteen barrels of HE shells on whomever hit her. She's more durable and tough than her appearance would otherwise indicate and loves to go places, especially sneaking around islands with her destroyer buddies. Her clothing and guns tend to get shot away a lot (doesn't survive many battles and loses turrets a good bit), but she often exacts a heavy toll on enemy battleships and destroyers. She might be top-heavy with a higher profile compared to German cruisers, but she does have thicker citadel armor to the Yorck-class's citadel armor (almost ten millimeters more in some spots!). She misses all of her extra AA guns and wouldn't mind dumping her side turrets for her 40mm guns.
Myoukou-class
She's a good girl. A bit wolf-ish at times with how she loves killing DDs and other cruisers though. She doesn't mind being the center of attention when she can weave about like a dancer, only holding course long enough to fire off a salvo before dancing again.
Pensacola-class
Pensacola. She's rude, crude, socially-unacceptable (usually!), and extremely noticeable. Despite all of these traits, she's a Hell of an escort cruiser (AFT, secondary-upgrade for shredding other ships at close range better) who had some issues fitting in, but she's quickly become a favorite of mine (I make sure to get in at least one game per day for her on average). I loved crude Pensacola so much that I kept her when I unlocked the New Orleans. She gets a lot of flak from other people, but she is sweet and cooperative with me. I must know how to treat a Florida lady right. She will happily charge into the teeth of an enemy battleline -especially if she's got the drop on them or support- and blow them out of the water! Her personality is pretty much exactly what anyone has seen me write before because her personality is one-part historical record, one-FLORIDA, and the rest how she crushes her enemies in World of Warships. She's my second-best favorite ship of all time, and she's perfectly fine with that too! She tends to take a leadership role among the cruisers for a variety of reasons (my favor being a big part of it).
Yorck-class
A new addition to the fleet, she likes to play and mess with DDs versus other cruisers or battleships.
Tier 8:
New Orleans-class
She's still learning the ropes, especially with her guns (has yet to unlock her gun upgrade). When she made her debut, she fought hard, died harder, and shot the enemy's cruisers to pieces (dealt over 60K in AP damage in her first-ever game with a one-skill captain, no mods mounted on the Ring of Fire map). Since that debut, she's calmed down a bit, but she's rock-solidly dependable. She's the understudy of Pensacola in a rough brawler although she can take a beating much better than Pensacola can. She also has a lot more front-loaded damage with her two frontal triple turrets.
Tier 2:
Emden
She hides in the closet and doesn't like going out. She might even be grateful that I didn't scrap her after my one trial battle with her. She's a shut-in who only comes out when Pensacola and Atlanta both get worried about her and drag her out of her room to see some sun and other ships/people.
Tier 3:
Aurora
She's a bruiser, through-and-through. She can single-handedly carry matches by annihilating anything in her path. Loves to maul other cruisers, but prefers to keep them at arms-length away, especially the German cruisers. She has tendency to get locked into spins for minutes on end, but she still has fun shooting up everything nearby. When up against destroyers, she fears no narrow region of water surrounded by islands unless she's outnumbered three-to-one, and even then she might reap them all. A bit sneaky at times, but she ultimately enjoys a good brawl against battleships where erratic turns and speed-shifts throw off their aim while they burn merrily to the waterline. (One of my Top Three Ships in sunk ships). She would be a patient tutor and friend (often pulled out to help people climbing the tiers) if she didn't kill everything and steal all of the XP and credits.
Tier 4:
Phoenix-class
She likes her fires, but she's fragile and delicate for all that she wants to get in close to the action so she can launch her torpedoes. She has a habit of getting stuck going in circles though. Still annoyed over the whole 'not existing in real life' and being worse than the Omaha. Like many of my cruisers, she's fine with operating alone, but she works best when showing others the ropes to combat or in a dedicated hunting pack (division).
Tier 5:
Furutaka-class
An old favorite of mine and recently-returned to my port, she resembles the appearance of the shipgirl of Kantai Collection while possessing some of the personality of Kongou from that game (many fond memories of the ship, uses my old Kongou's captain).
Tier 6:
Cleveland-class and Nurnberg-class
I'm combining these two together, because I play them fairly similarly with a few exceptions. Cleveland is big, tougher cousin to Nurnberg, and they bond with each other through bombarding ships at long ranges (17.6km/19.8km respectively), gunning down planes with smiles, perforating destroyers, and setting everything in sight on fire. Now, that's not to say that they don't love blowing holes into ships with AP rounds, because they very much do! Enemy cruisers within 10 km often find themselves being shot apart by either of these two murderous cousins. At ranges less than 7km (at the maximum), even battleships become quick victims of rapid-firing AP volleys that tear chunks of their ships out from the hull. Cleveland is like a trained boxer as she knows a limited set of skills exceedingly well. Nurnberg is the more-diverse cousin with her torpedoes being very potent weapons from ambush to make up for her reduced punches of only three turrets. Both of the cousins enjoy turning wildly at mid-to-long ranges where their guns are still effective yet left with plenty of time to get out of the way from return hits. Ultimately, Nurnberg is much more fragile than her American cousin, and she can't keep up when enemies inevitably direct their attention to her. However, they both enjoy escorting battleships and supporting destroyers so those enemies have lots of other targets to distract them. Cleveland is downright bloodthirsty though underneath her caring exterior and helpful nature (#1 in ships sunk). Surprisingly, Nurnberg does a better job of coming home while still decently-dressed (higher percent of games survived) although Cleveland is much more experienced at combat. Both of them get really annoyed when they lose guns due to enemy fire.
Tier 7:
Arpeggio Myoukou is who she is in AoBS. *Shrugs.* She's dependable and reliable so far. Not a lot of experience yet.
Atlanta-class
Atlanta is a sneaky prankster who likes to hang out with friendly ships regardless of their class (frequent escort duty). Despite that, she's racked up some extremely impressive fights when working with a pack of destroyers to ruin enemy destroyers and battleships. The only scarier than Atlanta when she has the range on your ship is when you can't see her and she has you locked on. She finds planes cute. Enemy planes are even cuter because they just drop out of the sky when they get within 7.2 km (AFT plus AA guns range upgrade). She can be a bit fragile, but she has no problem turning the other cheek to unload fourteen barrels of HE shells on whomever hit her. She's more durable and tough than her appearance would otherwise indicate and loves to go places, especially sneaking around islands with her destroyer buddies. Her clothing and guns tend to get shot away a lot (doesn't survive many battles and loses turrets a good bit), but she often exacts a heavy toll on enemy battleships and destroyers. She might be top-heavy with a higher profile compared to German cruisers, but she does have thicker citadel armor to the Yorck-class's citadel armor (almost ten millimeters more in some spots!). She misses all of her extra AA guns and wouldn't mind dumping her side turrets for her 40mm guns.
Myoukou-class
She's a good girl. A bit wolf-ish at times with how she loves killing DDs and other cruisers though. She doesn't mind being the center of attention when she can weave about like a dancer, only holding course long enough to fire off a salvo before dancing again.
Pensacola-class
Pensacola. She's rude, crude, socially-unacceptable (usually!), and extremely noticeable. Despite all of these traits, she's a Hell of an escort cruiser (AFT, secondary-upgrade for shredding other ships at close range better) who had some issues fitting in, but she's quickly become a favorite of mine (I make sure to get in at least one game per day for her on average). I loved crude Pensacola so much that I kept her when I unlocked the New Orleans. She gets a lot of flak from other people, but she is sweet and cooperative with me. I must know how to treat a Florida lady right. She will happily charge into the teeth of an enemy battleline -especially if she's got the drop on them or support- and blow them out of the water! Her personality is pretty much exactly what anyone has seen me write before because her personality is one-part historical record, one-FLORIDA, and the rest how she crushes her enemies in World of Warships. She's my second-best favorite ship of all time, and she's perfectly fine with that too! She tends to take a leadership role among the cruisers for a variety of reasons (my favor being a big part of it).
Yorck-class
A new addition to the fleet, she likes to play and mess with DDs versus other cruisers or battleships.
Tier 8:
New Orleans-class
She's still learning the ropes, especially with her guns (has yet to unlock her gun upgrade). When she made her debut, she fought hard, died harder, and shot the enemy's cruisers to pieces (dealt over 60K in AP damage in her first-ever game with a one-skill captain, no mods mounted on the Ring of Fire map). Since that debut, she's calmed down a bit, but she's rock-solidly dependable. She's the understudy of Pensacola in a rough brawler although she can take a beating much better than Pensacola can. She also has a lot more front-loaded damage with her two frontal triple turrets.
Tier 5:
Arpeggio Kongou is much like her AoBS incarnation, but slightly more bruiser-like and slightly less refined. She still needs more skill points after all.
New York-class
New York has seen it all. She has almost more victories than any of my other battleships have games played. Dependable and reliable, she enjoys the chance to take on all comers and down them all like an Old West Sheriff (#2 in ships sunk, several Double Strikes to her credit). She is kind and tolerant tutor (helps with tier-elevation a lot), but she sometimes teaches too-advanced material for her students. She is a great friend, and her presence in a fight has often tipped the scales in favor of her friends. She's not afraid of any class of ship and happily close and duel against battleships two tiers higher....and win or draw nine times out of ten. She suffers from clothing shot away or burnt off (many Dreadnought and Fireproofs to her credit) very often, but she doesn't let such paltry things interfere with having a good time with her friends or shooting apart their enemies with precision gunfire in times of great need (SO CLUTCH IT HURTS). She is highly proficient in devastating enemies in a single salvo and consistently outputting damage, and she has proudly set multiple records in my fleet (greatest number of ships sunk twice at five and then a couple months later with six while equaling those totals several times). She's the leader of the battleships, and generally next in charge after the Port Manager. She's a good caretaker and keeps an eye on everything going on around herself.
Tier 6:
Fuso-class
Definitely lives up to the whole 'misfortune' meme with her and her sister ship. Despite that, she's a good girl who tries her best. She's secretly a pyromaniac after I played her stock hull firing almost nothing but HE. Still have games that are better when I use more HE than AP. Bipolar at times and doesn't mind losing when she does well to my consternation.
Tier 7:
Colorado-class
Forget everything bad you have been told about Colorado for the one who lives in my port. Everything that is my New York is in the Colorado but better (Colorado has equaled NY's record in kills per a game and is fast approaching on my records and such). She is sophisticated, precise, and to the point (has second-highest accuracy with her main guns for BBs) while enjoying a long-range duel just as much hammering her foes from point-blank range. She's slow to anger and has a high tolerance for annoying things, but you best pray that her wrath is never directed at you. Her anger is hot and righteous and blows away any obstacles in her path. She's surprisingly nimble despite her lack of running anywhere and really knows how to make her presence felt to others.
Tier 8:
Tirpitz
She's a champ! She loves a good brawl when surrounded with friends. She especially enjoys getting close to bigger and 'better' battleships and then showing them that's worthy of their respect and fear. Get in her way, and she will crush you without a second thought (holds the record for most damage in a game:173 thousand damage)
North Carolina-class
Another recent addition to the port, she's found simple enjoyment in spinning about in circles slowly while pummeling cruisers.
Arpeggio Kongou is much like her AoBS incarnation, but slightly more bruiser-like and slightly less refined. She still needs more skill points after all.
New York-class
New York has seen it all. She has almost more victories than any of my other battleships have games played. Dependable and reliable, she enjoys the chance to take on all comers and down them all like an Old West Sheriff (#2 in ships sunk, several Double Strikes to her credit). She is kind and tolerant tutor (helps with tier-elevation a lot), but she sometimes teaches too-advanced material for her students. She is a great friend, and her presence in a fight has often tipped the scales in favor of her friends. She's not afraid of any class of ship and happily close and duel against battleships two tiers higher....and win or draw nine times out of ten. She suffers from clothing shot away or burnt off (many Dreadnought and Fireproofs to her credit) very often, but she doesn't let such paltry things interfere with having a good time with her friends or shooting apart their enemies with precision gunfire in times of great need (SO CLUTCH IT HURTS). She is highly proficient in devastating enemies in a single salvo and consistently outputting damage, and she has proudly set multiple records in my fleet (greatest number of ships sunk twice at five and then a couple months later with six while equaling those totals several times). She's the leader of the battleships, and generally next in charge after the Port Manager. She's a good caretaker and keeps an eye on everything going on around herself.
Tier 6:
Fuso-class
Definitely lives up to the whole 'misfortune' meme with her and her sister ship. Despite that, she's a good girl who tries her best. She's secretly a pyromaniac after I played her stock hull firing almost nothing but HE. Still have games that are better when I use more HE than AP. Bipolar at times and doesn't mind losing when she does well to my consternation.
Tier 7:
Colorado-class
Forget everything bad you have been told about Colorado for the one who lives in my port. Everything that is my New York is in the Colorado but better (Colorado has equaled NY's record in kills per a game and is fast approaching on my records and such). She is sophisticated, precise, and to the point (has second-highest accuracy with her main guns for BBs) while enjoying a long-range duel just as much hammering her foes from point-blank range. She's slow to anger and has a high tolerance for annoying things, but you best pray that her wrath is never directed at you. Her anger is hot and righteous and blows away any obstacles in her path. She's surprisingly nimble despite her lack of running anywhere and really knows how to make her presence felt to others.
Tier 8:
Tirpitz
She's a champ! She loves a good brawl when surrounded with friends. She especially enjoys getting close to bigger and 'better' battleships and then showing them that's worthy of their respect and fear. Get in her way, and she will crush you without a second thought (holds the record for most damage in a game:173 thousand damage)
North Carolina-class
Another recent addition to the port, she's found simple enjoyment in spinning about in circles slowly while pummeling cruisers.
Tier 6:
Independence-class
She loves to run! It doesn't matter where she's running, so long as she's running! Harmless by herself (no secondaries on Hull B), she will happily wreck someone's day, repeatedly if need-be. Typically likes to fight only with friends (I tend to bring her out of port only a division), she's capable of wrecking faces with bullets (really good with fighter-sweeps), torpedoes, and bombs. She usually runs with a balanced mix of planes, because going heavy one way or another has never exactly ended well for her. Likes to be really sneaky and tries to headbutt destroyers when she can, but she hasn't ever had any luck in that regard.
Now, as a note here, I could purchase the Zuiho or Free-XP and purchase the Ryuujou, but I'm holding off on that for now.
Independence-class
She loves to run! It doesn't matter where she's running, so long as she's running! Harmless by herself (no secondaries on Hull B), she will happily wreck someone's day, repeatedly if need-be. Typically likes to fight only with friends (I tend to bring her out of port only a division), she's capable of wrecking faces with bullets (really good with fighter-sweeps), torpedoes, and bombs. She usually runs with a balanced mix of planes, because going heavy one way or another has never exactly ended well for her. Likes to be really sneaky and tries to headbutt destroyers when she can, but she hasn't ever had any luck in that regard.
Now, as a note here, I could purchase the Zuiho or Free-XP and purchase the Ryuujou, but I'm holding off on that for now.
USS Yorktown is best girl. I don't care if she's not in my port. She gets honorable mention, because she's my favorite ship of all time and has been for over eighteen years. She's the secret supervisor and underboss of my whole port.
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Part 2: Drake Accidentally'd the Internet
Alright, and here's Part 2. Enjoy!
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I stirred as I heard bizarrely-familiar voice of a woman call out, "Action Stations!" Her voice was overflowing with authority, but I could not understand for the life of me *why* her voice seemed so familiar. I opened my eyes and stared up at the fan of the apartment's common area. When had I gone to sleep? I blinked as hazy memories of a dream came back to me. I grudgingly pulled myself into a sitting position using the back of the couch. Why did I feel so exhausted and sore everywhere?
I grimaced as I stretched before I looked at my desk and confirmed that my desk chair was still there and showed no signs that it had been broken like a twig beneath the weight of two attractive women and myself. How long had I been asleep? I looked over my computer and saw that the monitor showed my Pensacola-class cruiser was currently in a match and sailing along merrily. When the Hell had that happened? Had I passed out from doing research and then done some sleep-walking? I shook my head, because that explanation made no sense. I checked around my apartment and found that there was no one else around and the door to the apartment was still closed and locked. Well, might as well play the game before getting back to work, right?
I pulled up my desk chair and sat down in it, blinking slowly as I took in the game so far. No one had made contact yet so far, and it was a fairly-balanced match. Well, aside from the fail division of two Tirpitzes and a poor Erie on my team. Judging by the chat comments, the Erie's player was understandably upset that his friends had apparently pulled a fast one on him by swapping out their Tier 2 ships for T8 BBs at the last second. I winced in sympathetic feeling at the trick and how aggravating that must feel. I took hold of my mouse before I startled by the woman's voice reporting to me, "Admiral is taking direct control!"
When I had gotten some bizarre mod for this game? I didn't play any games with mods, because I enjoyed playing the normal versions of them typically, certain unmentioned and hated games aside. I shrugged as I began altering the course of my cruiser. "Ooookay. Well, I've dealt with stranger things than installing mods in my sleep. As I tilted the camera to get a better look at where I expected to see enemy destroyers or cruisers, my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the silver-haired woman waving AT ME while standing on the forward triple turret. I winced as the soreness in my back made its return, making me question my sanity. "Ooooh no. This cannot be happening. I must be going crazier or something like that again." I could tell the woman was upset at me as she put her hands on her hips to better glare at me. "I don't have time for this. I have ships to kill, and my sanity to ponder later."
That statement seemed to have mollified her as she turned around, showcasing her long ponytail and....My thought-process trailed off as I gazed until I was shaken out of it by the woman's voice declaring "Enemy ships spotted!"
Right, I had to keep my priorities on winning the match first and staring later, so I dived into binocular mode while tapping out a quick message in chat right I as noticed the red-brown haired of the other woman from my supposed dream leaning against the forward double turret. I quickly amended my message to <Does anyone else have one or more attractive women interacting with your gameplay for your ships? I don't think I have any mods even downloaded.>
I got an array of negative responses including lines asking <what drugs are you taking and could ya spare a teammate some goods?> That question got a prompt answer of 'no,' and I continued scanning the replies in All-chat until I noticed that the Erie on my team had stopped his ranting since my question. As my cruiser passed in front of it, I realized that the two women were waving to the little patrol boat, and a girl was frantically waving back. I took the moment to rub my eyes before firing a full salvo of HE rounds at a convenient Myoko while reducing my speed and turning hard in preparation for the torpedoes of two briefly-spotted destroyers, a Mogami, and that Myoko. I loaded AP a few seconds later and began dueling their cruisers while a friendly Nurnberg -another mixed-tier division?- promptly charged forward with two friendly destroyers.
The Mogami made the mistake of running itself aground which was swiftly repeated by the Myoko while the torpedoes from all of the enemy ships began flying out of the smokecloud. None of those torpedoes were near me for the time being, so I focused on killing the Mogami under a barrage of citadels hits that cracked it in two. I expected to see an indicator for my First Blood, but I noticed that an enemy Fletcher had gotten it followed by an enemy Ognevoi -MORE mixed-tier divisions?- getting a posthumous Double Strike before the Erie of everything finished it off while fire on the Myoko killed it. Then I noticed that the Erie's player had said something in chat <Why is there a teen girl on the top of my cruiser, and how can I hear her cheering for me without any speakers for my PC?>
There was only one reasonable response to that, muttered under my breath as I typed. <"Fucking Hell, it's spreading. I'm so sorry.">
A couple seconds later, my sunken teammates were complaining about their ships scolding them for charging into a smokescreen that they had known torpedoes were sure to streak out of it moments later. They complained that their ships were comparing them to their Pensacola teammate and finding them lacking. Furthermore, no amount of muting would make them shut up. I zoomed out of binocular mode right as I fired off another well-aimed salvo at enemy Pensacola that had just appeared and was already getting savaged by my teammates to see a beaming....pair of women giving me thumbs up. I distantly noticed the coat of the silver-haired woman had holes that hadn't been present earlier, and she had a few other signs of clothing damage. I tilted my head as I notched another ship sunk on the enemy Pensacola and began a turn south to dodge incoming fire from an Iowa and Amagi. As I frantically turned, I kept an eye on her clothing, and right as a four-thousand damage hit landed, portions of her leggings were blown away along with a chunk of her midrift-covering jacket and shirt underneath as well as her left sleeve of the jacket and shirt. I blinked. "Oh holy Hell, you felt that, didn't you?
I zoomed in to see her grimace before flashing an overconfident grin. "Don't worry about it, Admiral-lackey! I got this under control! You just shoot them up some more for me, please~?" I sighed and nodded, turning around an island to break contact and then head back towards the friendly cap to support my teammates on the eastern side of the map. For the next few minutes, I sailed about firing on enemy ships, landing some heavy damage onto another enemy battleship and a Myoko before both were sunk by friendly ships while a friendly Mutsuki completed sneaking around the edge of the map to harass the enemy cap and its defenders. The whole time, more and more of the players in the game started talking about girls or women -or a guy in one case- shouting advice, giving congratulations, and screaming obscenities to varying degrees. By the halfway mark, everyone present had commented on it being the case, but several people had left. I could only wonder what might happen if they started new matches. Would it ripple outward from the others?
I idly noticed as the five-minute mark passed, and more of Pensacola's outfit -as I was beginning to associate the woman as- had been shot away, leaving her jacket in tatters as almost a kind of cape now. Then I saw a North Carolina taking cover behind a mountainous island to make a western end-around to our cap. I called it out in chat and then turned hard to present a slightly off-angle nose-on approach while loading AP again for this. The fight would happen under 6km, and I needed to shred that battleship as quickly as I could. I could hear Pensacola's loud encouragement. "We got this! Just like that Amagi a few days ago that we shredded with AP! This prick won't know what hit him and fire everything at once and fail to stop me!"
I smiled slightly. "Yeah, you're right. We can certainly take him. Alright, going to one-half speed now." I tensed slightly as I waited for the battleship to appear. Finally, it emerged from the other side of the island, firing only one turret, dealing a considerable amount of damage to both the cruiser and the girl's clothing. A moment later, I returned fire with my frontal guns dealing a decent amount of damage while the battleship's secondaries unleashed a hailstorm of fire. I continued sailing forward for a few moment longer before turn to the right to unshadow my rear guns while my secondaries proceeded to light the larger warship on fire with their first salvo. Just seconds later, its second turret fired with all three of its shells glancing off of my cruiser's angled armor. Then I hammered back with my rear turrets and began turning back to hide my broadside and citadel.
Finally, the North Carolina's third turret spat pain and landed all three shell and dropped my cruisers health to just over five thousand hitpoints. I idly noticed that the fire had been put out by damage control and my allied ships nearby had also opened on this battleship and the Amagi and Mogami following behind. I began my next turn for my rear turrets, noting the battleship's HP was dropping quickly from the accumulated damage and that my secondaries had set it on fire again. I brought my rear guns on-target and savaged it for another five thousand damage and turned back again while the battleship's first turret fired a second time and left my ship with just over one thousand HP. The moment my frontal guns were loaded, I fired at the exact same moment as the North Carolina, simultaneously killing each other. I offered my congratulations to the other player and exchanged some chitchat in all-chat while noticing that Pensacola and Yorktown were both standing on the water looking somewhat bored. Left with no guess, I tapped on my monitor to get their attention and gestured with the hitchhiking thumb if they wanted out. "Hell yeah, we do! This map has cold water! Let me out of here!" I held up a finger for her to wait while I quickly grabbed some towels and laid them out across my desk, computers, and lap. "Ah, smart! Knew we kept you around for somethin'! Ya ready?" I smiled and nodded. "Here I go!"
A few seconds later, my desk chair was once again in pieces, and I was realizing that Pensacola did not have very many clothes left intact on her. "Uh, this is gonna be a *thing,* isn't it?"
She wrapped the towel that had formerly been in my lap around her torso while Yorktown walked over to the sink in the kitchen area to wring out her water-logged hair, leaving me lying on the floor with a very attractive woman on top of me with not much in the way of clothing. "Eh, looks that way. Seems like we gotta fix your chair again. Sorry 'bout that." I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Then I stiffened as she wrapped her arms around my torso while the victory music played in the background as the match ended. "Look like I'll need to offer my apologies, right Admiral?"
I blushed heavily and looked away to my right, and I noticed one of my windbreaker jackets on top of my backpack. I frantically grabbed it and held it up front of my face. "H-here! You can wear this!" I closed my eyes just in case of her attempting to tease me again.
I could hear the other woman -Yorktown- giggles at my embarrassed response while I felt the offered jacket gently taken out of my hands. "Aw, that's sweet of you. Thanks!" I waited for the sounds of rustling cloth and the sensations of Pensacola's shifting weight on me to stop before I opened my eyes again. The cruiser sat cheerfully on my hips. "Hmmm, such a good Admiral. I bet ya expecting a reward, right?" She gave extra emphasis to her question by shifting her weight onto my hips while leaning forward. "Well, how about it?"
My mind churned furiously for a response before I happened upon a spark of genius. I pushed off the floor to kiss her lightly on the nose before falling back down with a broad smile on my face. "Got my reward! I'm content now." Pensacola sputtered ineffectually as Yorktown walked over and gently pulled the stunned cruiser off of me and onto the worn and aged blue couch in the common area of the apartment. "Thanks for that." Pensacola glared at me with feminine wrath promised in her stare. "Hey! Not like that! I…" I trailed off and swallowed my words due to embarrassment. I tried to find the words again. "I, uh, don't know how to handle having a very attractive lady on me."
Her cheeks turned a deep red as she looked at my monitor while the victory music chimed with my stats page. I sat up and then pushed myself onto my knees while grabbing my mouse and scanning over the results. I quickly began print-screening them into the Skype chat for SV before my windbreaker landed on my back. I turned in my confusion to see Pensacola standing proudly beside me. "Watch this. You'll love it." My left eye began twitching as I tried to figure out what she was saying. A moment after I finished saving the screenshots into my Warships' results folder and went back to port, I was blinded by a sudden flash from the cruiser's remaining clothes before they began magically repairing themselves as I idly noticed my credits in my port tick down in time with her clothes renewing themselves. She smirked and planted her hands on her hips as her jacket reformed at last over her shirt as the final step to her 'repairs.' I absently covered my left eye until it stopped twitching. "So, what'd ya think of the show, huh?"
I opened my mouth, raised my hand with my finger out to make an intelligent point, and then promptly dropped my hand and thought as I realized that my impulsive comment would not have ended well for me. I looked back at my computer to compulsively type out my question regarding shipgirls in my port happening for anyone into Skype chat. Once I was done with that, I stared at my screen in confusion. Why had I done that? I already knew that it was likely to just spread whatever was going on, so why had I gone and done it again? I looked over helplessly at a still-smirking Pensacola and worried Yorktown as my hands moved without my control to pull up my web browsers. "Help! I can't control my hands, and I don't know why!"
I should have phrased my words better, because I was immediately tackled into my broken desk chair by Yorktown and distracted from my compulsion by how nice she smelled. "I got you, Admiral. Wait, no! Don't fall asleep!" She picked me up, brought me into my bedroom, and laid me down on the bed. "Cole, go get some water and his cell phone. I want to be ready in case anything else goes wrong with him. He should not be this exhausted. He might be getting some feedback from manifesting us, but something is terribly wrong here."
Pensacola nodded and left the room while I struggled to stay awake. Why was I so exhausted? I could barely even summon the strength to turn my head and notice the scars running along her throat. I gurgled out an incoherent question, but she must have understood my intent as she smiled sadly at me. I shivered slightly in a sensation of helpless bliss when she began running her left hand through my hair after sitting down on the bed.
I murmured softly I laid there on my bed for several minutes before dimly hearing another crash from the common area and an intense bout of swearing from Pensacola. A short while later, Pensacola came back with several of my liter-half water bottles and my cellphone, and she followed by a slightly shorter woman with blond hair and an impressive array of faded scars on her arms. This new woman wore a really nice-looking coat from what I could tell as Pensacola navigated the boxes on the floor to sit down on my other and began stroking my hair. Didn't they know how much I liked that and only let family do that? The new woman cast appraising look at me before directing her attention to the other two. "Pensacola, Yorktown, cease that this instance. Prop him up with his pillows and those stuffed animals along the headboard."
The pair nodded, shaking their heads slightly as if to clear them of something. The shorter woman looked at me as I was propped up like a limp log, came to attention, and saluted. "USS New York reporting for action, Admiral. Pensacola asked for some help from the port, so I came to aid you." She slowly climbed onto the queen-sized bed and began checking various parts of my face, wrists, and throat. "Hmm, everything seems normal aside from you barely being able to respond. Strange." She smiled reassuringly at me. "Do not fret though, Admiral. We are here for you."
I weakly grabbed her right hand and began tracing letters in her palm. She was somewhat startled by my action but recovered quickly. "Skype, my admiral? It does seem that some of them have reported it occurring in their ports." I grimaced and traced another word out on her palm. "Abyssals? No, my admiral. There have been no reports of Abyssals or anything similar to them on your normal sites or in the news."
I frowned. How did she check the news? She smiled at me. "Easily done. You had several news-sites open in your internet browsers." Oh, well that explained it, but how did she know how to use computers and such? Did they get a portion of my own skills and knowledge. When I asked her the question, she patted me on the head. "That is correct my admiral. Now, you need rest, so you should sleep." I asked her about my brother. "He has been notified that you are not feeling well. We shall deal with his arrival when we must. Rest; we shall keep watch over you. None shall harm you while in our care."
I nodded and smiled as they helped me underneath my covers. They then covered my window with my black-out blanket and took up positions next to me. I closed my eyes and allowed Pensacola and Yorktown to hug me between them with both of them whispering into my ears as I drifted off, "After all, it is only appropriate for a fleet to love an admiral who treats them so well."
In retrospect, I should have paid more attention and not allowed myself to drift to sleep, but it was impossible for me to not to make mistakes like that decision.
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I stirred as I heard bizarrely-familiar voice of a woman call out, "Action Stations!" Her voice was overflowing with authority, but I could not understand for the life of me *why* her voice seemed so familiar. I opened my eyes and stared up at the fan of the apartment's common area. When had I gone to sleep? I blinked as hazy memories of a dream came back to me. I grudgingly pulled myself into a sitting position using the back of the couch. Why did I feel so exhausted and sore everywhere?
I grimaced as I stretched before I looked at my desk and confirmed that my desk chair was still there and showed no signs that it had been broken like a twig beneath the weight of two attractive women and myself. How long had I been asleep? I looked over my computer and saw that the monitor showed my Pensacola-class cruiser was currently in a match and sailing along merrily. When the Hell had that happened? Had I passed out from doing research and then done some sleep-walking? I shook my head, because that explanation made no sense. I checked around my apartment and found that there was no one else around and the door to the apartment was still closed and locked. Well, might as well play the game before getting back to work, right?
I pulled up my desk chair and sat down in it, blinking slowly as I took in the game so far. No one had made contact yet so far, and it was a fairly-balanced match. Well, aside from the fail division of two Tirpitzes and a poor Erie on my team. Judging by the chat comments, the Erie's player was understandably upset that his friends had apparently pulled a fast one on him by swapping out their Tier 2 ships for T8 BBs at the last second. I winced in sympathetic feeling at the trick and how aggravating that must feel. I took hold of my mouse before I startled by the woman's voice reporting to me, "Admiral is taking direct control!"
When I had gotten some bizarre mod for this game? I didn't play any games with mods, because I enjoyed playing the normal versions of them typically, certain unmentioned and hated games aside. I shrugged as I began altering the course of my cruiser. "Ooookay. Well, I've dealt with stranger things than installing mods in my sleep. As I tilted the camera to get a better look at where I expected to see enemy destroyers or cruisers, my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the silver-haired woman waving AT ME while standing on the forward triple turret. I winced as the soreness in my back made its return, making me question my sanity. "Ooooh no. This cannot be happening. I must be going crazier or something like that again." I could tell the woman was upset at me as she put her hands on her hips to better glare at me. "I don't have time for this. I have ships to kill, and my sanity to ponder later."
That statement seemed to have mollified her as she turned around, showcasing her long ponytail and....My thought-process trailed off as I gazed until I was shaken out of it by the woman's voice declaring "Enemy ships spotted!"
Right, I had to keep my priorities on winning the match first and staring later, so I dived into binocular mode while tapping out a quick message in chat right I as noticed the red-brown haired of the other woman from my supposed dream leaning against the forward double turret. I quickly amended my message to <Does anyone else have one or more attractive women interacting with your gameplay for your ships? I don't think I have any mods even downloaded.>
I got an array of negative responses including lines asking <what drugs are you taking and could ya spare a teammate some goods?> That question got a prompt answer of 'no,' and I continued scanning the replies in All-chat until I noticed that the Erie on my team had stopped his ranting since my question. As my cruiser passed in front of it, I realized that the two women were waving to the little patrol boat, and a girl was frantically waving back. I took the moment to rub my eyes before firing a full salvo of HE rounds at a convenient Myoko while reducing my speed and turning hard in preparation for the torpedoes of two briefly-spotted destroyers, a Mogami, and that Myoko. I loaded AP a few seconds later and began dueling their cruisers while a friendly Nurnberg -another mixed-tier division?- promptly charged forward with two friendly destroyers.
The Mogami made the mistake of running itself aground which was swiftly repeated by the Myoko while the torpedoes from all of the enemy ships began flying out of the smokecloud. None of those torpedoes were near me for the time being, so I focused on killing the Mogami under a barrage of citadels hits that cracked it in two. I expected to see an indicator for my First Blood, but I noticed that an enemy Fletcher had gotten it followed by an enemy Ognevoi -MORE mixed-tier divisions?- getting a posthumous Double Strike before the Erie of everything finished it off while fire on the Myoko killed it. Then I noticed that the Erie's player had said something in chat <Why is there a teen girl on the top of my cruiser, and how can I hear her cheering for me without any speakers for my PC?>
There was only one reasonable response to that, muttered under my breath as I typed. <"Fucking Hell, it's spreading. I'm so sorry.">
A couple seconds later, my sunken teammates were complaining about their ships scolding them for charging into a smokescreen that they had known torpedoes were sure to streak out of it moments later. They complained that their ships were comparing them to their Pensacola teammate and finding them lacking. Furthermore, no amount of muting would make them shut up. I zoomed out of binocular mode right as I fired off another well-aimed salvo at enemy Pensacola that had just appeared and was already getting savaged by my teammates to see a beaming....pair of women giving me thumbs up. I distantly noticed the coat of the silver-haired woman had holes that hadn't been present earlier, and she had a few other signs of clothing damage. I tilted my head as I notched another ship sunk on the enemy Pensacola and began a turn south to dodge incoming fire from an Iowa and Amagi. As I frantically turned, I kept an eye on her clothing, and right as a four-thousand damage hit landed, portions of her leggings were blown away along with a chunk of her midrift-covering jacket and shirt underneath as well as her left sleeve of the jacket and shirt. I blinked. "Oh holy Hell, you felt that, didn't you?
I zoomed in to see her grimace before flashing an overconfident grin. "Don't worry about it, Admiral-lackey! I got this under control! You just shoot them up some more for me, please~?" I sighed and nodded, turning around an island to break contact and then head back towards the friendly cap to support my teammates on the eastern side of the map. For the next few minutes, I sailed about firing on enemy ships, landing some heavy damage onto another enemy battleship and a Myoko before both were sunk by friendly ships while a friendly Mutsuki completed sneaking around the edge of the map to harass the enemy cap and its defenders. The whole time, more and more of the players in the game started talking about girls or women -or a guy in one case- shouting advice, giving congratulations, and screaming obscenities to varying degrees. By the halfway mark, everyone present had commented on it being the case, but several people had left. I could only wonder what might happen if they started new matches. Would it ripple outward from the others?
I idly noticed as the five-minute mark passed, and more of Pensacola's outfit -as I was beginning to associate the woman as- had been shot away, leaving her jacket in tatters as almost a kind of cape now. Then I saw a North Carolina taking cover behind a mountainous island to make a western end-around to our cap. I called it out in chat and then turned hard to present a slightly off-angle nose-on approach while loading AP again for this. The fight would happen under 6km, and I needed to shred that battleship as quickly as I could. I could hear Pensacola's loud encouragement. "We got this! Just like that Amagi a few days ago that we shredded with AP! This prick won't know what hit him and fire everything at once and fail to stop me!"
I smiled slightly. "Yeah, you're right. We can certainly take him. Alright, going to one-half speed now." I tensed slightly as I waited for the battleship to appear. Finally, it emerged from the other side of the island, firing only one turret, dealing a considerable amount of damage to both the cruiser and the girl's clothing. A moment later, I returned fire with my frontal guns dealing a decent amount of damage while the battleship's secondaries unleashed a hailstorm of fire. I continued sailing forward for a few moment longer before turn to the right to unshadow my rear guns while my secondaries proceeded to light the larger warship on fire with their first salvo. Just seconds later, its second turret fired with all three of its shells glancing off of my cruiser's angled armor. Then I hammered back with my rear turrets and began turning back to hide my broadside and citadel.
Finally, the North Carolina's third turret spat pain and landed all three shell and dropped my cruisers health to just over five thousand hitpoints. I idly noticed that the fire had been put out by damage control and my allied ships nearby had also opened on this battleship and the Amagi and Mogami following behind. I began my next turn for my rear turrets, noting the battleship's HP was dropping quickly from the accumulated damage and that my secondaries had set it on fire again. I brought my rear guns on-target and savaged it for another five thousand damage and turned back again while the battleship's first turret fired a second time and left my ship with just over one thousand HP. The moment my frontal guns were loaded, I fired at the exact same moment as the North Carolina, simultaneously killing each other. I offered my congratulations to the other player and exchanged some chitchat in all-chat while noticing that Pensacola and Yorktown were both standing on the water looking somewhat bored. Left with no guess, I tapped on my monitor to get their attention and gestured with the hitchhiking thumb if they wanted out. "Hell yeah, we do! This map has cold water! Let me out of here!" I held up a finger for her to wait while I quickly grabbed some towels and laid them out across my desk, computers, and lap. "Ah, smart! Knew we kept you around for somethin'! Ya ready?" I smiled and nodded. "Here I go!"
A few seconds later, my desk chair was once again in pieces, and I was realizing that Pensacola did not have very many clothes left intact on her. "Uh, this is gonna be a *thing,* isn't it?"
She wrapped the towel that had formerly been in my lap around her torso while Yorktown walked over to the sink in the kitchen area to wring out her water-logged hair, leaving me lying on the floor with a very attractive woman on top of me with not much in the way of clothing. "Eh, looks that way. Seems like we gotta fix your chair again. Sorry 'bout that." I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Then I stiffened as she wrapped her arms around my torso while the victory music played in the background as the match ended. "Look like I'll need to offer my apologies, right Admiral?"
I blushed heavily and looked away to my right, and I noticed one of my windbreaker jackets on top of my backpack. I frantically grabbed it and held it up front of my face. "H-here! You can wear this!" I closed my eyes just in case of her attempting to tease me again.
I could hear the other woman -Yorktown- giggles at my embarrassed response while I felt the offered jacket gently taken out of my hands. "Aw, that's sweet of you. Thanks!" I waited for the sounds of rustling cloth and the sensations of Pensacola's shifting weight on me to stop before I opened my eyes again. The cruiser sat cheerfully on my hips. "Hmmm, such a good Admiral. I bet ya expecting a reward, right?" She gave extra emphasis to her question by shifting her weight onto my hips while leaning forward. "Well, how about it?"
My mind churned furiously for a response before I happened upon a spark of genius. I pushed off the floor to kiss her lightly on the nose before falling back down with a broad smile on my face. "Got my reward! I'm content now." Pensacola sputtered ineffectually as Yorktown walked over and gently pulled the stunned cruiser off of me and onto the worn and aged blue couch in the common area of the apartment. "Thanks for that." Pensacola glared at me with feminine wrath promised in her stare. "Hey! Not like that! I…" I trailed off and swallowed my words due to embarrassment. I tried to find the words again. "I, uh, don't know how to handle having a very attractive lady on me."
Her cheeks turned a deep red as she looked at my monitor while the victory music chimed with my stats page. I sat up and then pushed myself onto my knees while grabbing my mouse and scanning over the results. I quickly began print-screening them into the Skype chat for SV before my windbreaker landed on my back. I turned in my confusion to see Pensacola standing proudly beside me. "Watch this. You'll love it." My left eye began twitching as I tried to figure out what she was saying. A moment after I finished saving the screenshots into my Warships' results folder and went back to port, I was blinded by a sudden flash from the cruiser's remaining clothes before they began magically repairing themselves as I idly noticed my credits in my port tick down in time with her clothes renewing themselves. She smirked and planted her hands on her hips as her jacket reformed at last over her shirt as the final step to her 'repairs.' I absently covered my left eye until it stopped twitching. "So, what'd ya think of the show, huh?"
I opened my mouth, raised my hand with my finger out to make an intelligent point, and then promptly dropped my hand and thought as I realized that my impulsive comment would not have ended well for me. I looked back at my computer to compulsively type out my question regarding shipgirls in my port happening for anyone into Skype chat. Once I was done with that, I stared at my screen in confusion. Why had I done that? I already knew that it was likely to just spread whatever was going on, so why had I gone and done it again? I looked over helplessly at a still-smirking Pensacola and worried Yorktown as my hands moved without my control to pull up my web browsers. "Help! I can't control my hands, and I don't know why!"
I should have phrased my words better, because I was immediately tackled into my broken desk chair by Yorktown and distracted from my compulsion by how nice she smelled. "I got you, Admiral. Wait, no! Don't fall asleep!" She picked me up, brought me into my bedroom, and laid me down on the bed. "Cole, go get some water and his cell phone. I want to be ready in case anything else goes wrong with him. He should not be this exhausted. He might be getting some feedback from manifesting us, but something is terribly wrong here."
Pensacola nodded and left the room while I struggled to stay awake. Why was I so exhausted? I could barely even summon the strength to turn my head and notice the scars running along her throat. I gurgled out an incoherent question, but she must have understood my intent as she smiled sadly at me. I shivered slightly in a sensation of helpless bliss when she began running her left hand through my hair after sitting down on the bed.
I murmured softly I laid there on my bed for several minutes before dimly hearing another crash from the common area and an intense bout of swearing from Pensacola. A short while later, Pensacola came back with several of my liter-half water bottles and my cellphone, and she followed by a slightly shorter woman with blond hair and an impressive array of faded scars on her arms. This new woman wore a really nice-looking coat from what I could tell as Pensacola navigated the boxes on the floor to sit down on my other and began stroking my hair. Didn't they know how much I liked that and only let family do that? The new woman cast appraising look at me before directing her attention to the other two. "Pensacola, Yorktown, cease that this instance. Prop him up with his pillows and those stuffed animals along the headboard."
The pair nodded, shaking their heads slightly as if to clear them of something. The shorter woman looked at me as I was propped up like a limp log, came to attention, and saluted. "USS New York reporting for action, Admiral. Pensacola asked for some help from the port, so I came to aid you." She slowly climbed onto the queen-sized bed and began checking various parts of my face, wrists, and throat. "Hmm, everything seems normal aside from you barely being able to respond. Strange." She smiled reassuringly at me. "Do not fret though, Admiral. We are here for you."
I weakly grabbed her right hand and began tracing letters in her palm. She was somewhat startled by my action but recovered quickly. "Skype, my admiral? It does seem that some of them have reported it occurring in their ports." I grimaced and traced another word out on her palm. "Abyssals? No, my admiral. There have been no reports of Abyssals or anything similar to them on your normal sites or in the news."
I frowned. How did she check the news? She smiled at me. "Easily done. You had several news-sites open in your internet browsers." Oh, well that explained it, but how did she know how to use computers and such? Did they get a portion of my own skills and knowledge. When I asked her the question, she patted me on the head. "That is correct my admiral. Now, you need rest, so you should sleep." I asked her about my brother. "He has been notified that you are not feeling well. We shall deal with his arrival when we must. Rest; we shall keep watch over you. None shall harm you while in our care."
I nodded and smiled as they helped me underneath my covers. They then covered my window with my black-out blanket and took up positions next to me. I closed my eyes and allowed Pensacola and Yorktown to hug me between them with both of them whispering into my ears as I drifted off, "After all, it is only appropriate for a fleet to love an admiral who treats them so well."
In retrospect, I should have paid more attention and not allowed myself to drift to sleep, but it was impossible for me to not to make mistakes like that decision.
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Mind if I throw some snips into this glorious snafu?
Sure, I don't mind.
Jaberwocky ADM
HEATSINKS
- Location
- Hyden Kentucky
*looking through user fictio-*
Oh hey a thread!
Are you going to post this on SB as well?
Oh hey a thread!
More shipping for the ship throne!
Are you going to post this on SB as well?
Probably, yeah. I was just lazy about it. I guesssssssssss I should get onto that.
EDIT: Okay, done.
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Icywinter
50% ice, 50% winter
- Location
- ?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
As a prelude to my posting of my side stories, here's Alphonse's ships.
Alphonse's Port (Winter)
Tier X
USS Des Moines (Des Moines-class Heavy Cruiser)
CA-134
USS Des Moines (Des Moines-class Heavy Cruiser)
CA-134
One of the most important things to Des Moines is the love of her life, her Admiral, Alphonse, who spoils her with premium equipment, camouflage, as well as advanced modernization modules that make her perform better than she had ever imagined she could. She fully believes in him, because in her eyes, he brought out her full potential.
Des Moines is fiercely protective of her allies and her divisionmates, often sailing right beside a ship in order to protect them with her advanced point-defense system or to provide fire-support with her rapid-firing eight-inch cannons. She is willing to do anything to ensure her allies stay alive, up to and including ramming and sacrificing her ship in order to win. In battle, she is a berserker, closing in to sub-10 kilometre ranges before unleashing her AP-loaded autoloaders upon broadside targets, sending them to the grave and withering ones she cannot penetrate with high-explosive rounds.
This protective nature of hers is a cover for the fact that she (aside from the San Diego) is totally alone in Alphonse's port. Her biggest phobia is to be left alone for long periods of time, as Alphonse is unfortunately prone to do due to the nature of his work.
Tier VII
USS San Diego (Atlanta-class Light Cruiser)
CL-53
USS San Diego (Atlanta-class Light Cruiser)
CL-53
Serious and precise are two words that describe this light cruiser. She, like Des Moines, is fixated on her Admiral, Alphonse. However, unlike the heavy cruiser, who is more frank and open with her love, she is more shy and withdrawn, and is woefully naive and quite sheltered. She compensates for her shyness and anxiety in social situations with her competitive and slightly haughty attitude, though she has learned to mellow out and calm down. She is a surprisingly good singer, and has a soothing, calm voice.
Her major faults is her still slightly haughty and rude attitude to others, and her not yet mastered her brain-to-mouth filter. However, she more than makes up for this in her endearing attitude to be the best she could possibly be.
Jimbo's Buyer Remorse
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
My turn to suffer.
Suburban Akron, Ohio
22nd January, 2016
I was in a good mood today. Between the much-needed infusion of cash into my bank account, the news that American ships were being added to Kantai Collection, and the salt (and exaggerated patriotism) the announcement caused, everything seemed to be fine with the world. Well, mine anyway.
And so I booted up one of my favorite games, World of Warships. Blowing things up was a classic American pastime, and what better means to do so than large-caliber naval artillery? And the cash meant premium ships and free experience to quickly grind up to tier five in one of the battleship lines. After asking what ship I should buy over Skype, I decided upon the Atago, the second of the Takao-class heavy cruisers and a reliable tier eight premium ship.
And so I whipped out my debit card and sunk a good fifty-something bucks into it and much-needed dubloons.
I logged on shortly after, ready to take a look at my new boat. I saw the icon and smiled. The purchase went through, and I had a fresh source of silver and salt. I was never the best player unless I was playing the Clemson, and almost exclusively played American ships. It was going to be an adjustment, getting used to the higher velocity shells and lower arcs. And lower rate of fire. But she was finally mine. Sitting peacefully in the middle of the open ocean, in all of her low-definition, crappy home PC glory.
I heard tales of some strange goings on in the game. People getting yelled at by their ships. Others getting bounced by voluptuous vixens reaching right through their computer screens. Didn't know if it was a joke or not. And if it was, Wargaming was early for their April Fool's event. I was curious as to what this year's would be. Last year it was space warfare, complete with Yamato's rocket-propelled counterpart. Maybe they were doing the long-awaited KanColle crossover, as a way to appease the fans while still doing the Arpeggio of Blue Steel event. Or something.
Of course, I sure as hell wasn't getting any of those boats. Piddly kill counts precluded that, and I knew I wouldn't accomplish the other objectives in time either.
But the blue, grey, and white camouflaged beauty perhaps made up for it.
My sister was in the living room, watching more of her chick shows on Netflix, the titles of which I never bothered to learn, nevermind remember. A shame she never let her geeky side develop. The whole family was full of them. I loved anime and science fiction, my other sister was heavily into high fantasy and dragons, and my mom was a sci-fi fan as well, and while not an anime fan, still saw it as a legitimate means of entertainment.
I prepared to boot up a match when I heard something. A familiar voice. The light, airy, and sometimes squeaky tone of a Japanese woman.
I looked over and saw someone standing on the bridge. I zoomed in and got a better look at the unknown. Medium-length blonde hair, a blue coat and beret, and a sizable bust.
My brand-new boat's KanColle counterpart.
"The hell?" I quietly whispered to myself. My sister laughed at something on TV in the meanwhile. I rubbed my eyes and hastily cleaned my glasses. She was still there, giggling.
"Hi, there! I'm Atago! I hope you'll take good care of me~."
My jaw dropped.
"You alright, Jimmy?" My sister asked.
"Umm… define alright."
She paused her show and walked over. Taking a look at the computer screen, she grew mildly annoyed.
"You know mom doesn't like it when you and Casey download stuff."
"That's the thing," I replied. "I never downloaded anything for this."
Atago looked over at Chy and waved.
"Here. You take them." I told my sister before removing the headphones and handing them to her. She placed them upon her head as I saw Atago speak up. My sister's jaw dropped as well.
"Told you so." I mouthed. She waved me off.
"What about a game?" I heard my sister ask before she handed the headphones back. I turned over and saw Chy take out her phone, no doubt trying to reach mom. Unfortunately, she was out with Casey and her friend, whatshername. All in the name of improving her reputation, which was currently 'The woman who likes to yell at stuff.'
"Hello?" I asked.
"So, are you going to take me out for a spin~?" Atago responded. I hit the battle button and watched as a match loaded up. A tier seven to nine match. An eclectic mix of ships from the Iowa to the Nagato. The Fletcher to the Hatsuharu. And I was sitting in the middle of the lineup. The bell sounded and the match begun, my ship not taking terribly long to load in. A simple two-cap game on the Two Brothers map, one of the few with no signs of civilization anywhere.
I broke right and led alongside an allied Mahan, with no camouflage whatsoever. And shortly after, we spot the enemy fleet. A few battleships and cruisers. An Amagi and a Tirpitz led them. The high explosive was loaded up, and I targeted one of the battleships, hoping to burn him. I could hear a few other women shouting over the headphones, and they sounded confident. It was me and a tin can versus the very things meant to rip us a new one.
"Looks like we found them!" I heard Atago shout.
Fortunately there were lots of islands to hide behind.
I fired away, ten eight inch shells flying towards the Tirpitz as I broke off, and in doing so, jinking the Amagi's salvo. And the return salvo from the Tirpitz. I popped off a few more shells as I fell back, taking some minor hits for relatively little damage.
"You have torpedoes, you know~?"
"Oh. Yeah, I do."
I fired a spread of Long Lances towards one of the enemy battleships, and surprisingly, one scored a hit. Granted, it was relatively little damage. But hits were hits.
"Not bad for a first timer~." I heard the blonde say. "Oh, and the enemy is threatening our cap."
"Oh, Jesus!" I exclaimed. Right before a shell landed and hit my ship right in the citadel. Atago screamed in pain as a good ten thousand hitpoints were knocked off.
"Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" I yelled. I didn't know what to think. Before they were but pixels on a screen. And now…
"It… it's fine. Just keep going. Can you pop a repair, please?"
I hit the button and watched as the cruiser recovered a few thousand HP before I noticed a smokescreen ahead. Destroyer in the cap. And that was when I noticed most of our team had disappeared.
The foreboding sound of sonar pings rang out. High-speed screws inbound. Fortunately I was nose in towards the torpedoes as the spread passed harmlessly by. I fired off a return spread in the hopes of forcing the destroyer to run, at the very least.
But nothing hit. And so I brought the ship around the island as enemy cruisers began peppering me with fire, and slowed down in case the bastard's torps had reloaded.
And unfortunately, I hit the brakes too late as a spread impacted the bow and split my new boat in two, the salvo of 8" HE I fired seconds before doing little against the tin can. I heard more screaming as my heart just about stopped and my stomach dropped.
Did I lead someone to her death?
My mouth hung open as the match ended in defeat. And I somehow led the team on experience earned. Tears welled up as I returned to the port. My ship sat brand-new as the repair and maintenance costs came up.
But she was still there. Clothes torn up and breasts about to spill out, but still breathing.
And then my cash reserves began dropping as her clothes fixed themselves up.
"What the hell…" My sister whispered. I flinched, not realizing she was looking over my shoulder.
"My sentiments exactly." I replied. My mind started to race. Was this some sort of bizarre AI program? Or was my computer, and tens of thousands of others, haunted now? I unplugged the headphones and let them sit around my neck.
"All better now!" Atago cheerfully shouted. A fairly sizable chunk of my silver reserves had disappeared.
"What did we get into?" Chy asked.
"I honestly have no idea." I said back. "Hold on…"
I clicked on another ship, my ever reliable Clemson, sitting on forty-plus thousand experience waiting to be converted. And there was a girl sitting off the bow, barely older than Casey. Short cut brown hair and a lithe frame, the unknown casually gave me a one-finger salute.
"So, ready to seal club again?" She asked with a certain eagerness to her voice. "Or are you finally going to get all of this XP converted and move past the piece of shit called the South Carolina?"
I clicked back on the Atago. Sure enough, she was still there. "Oh, and you must have been scared for me." She said before giggling. "Don't worry, I'm fine!"
"Who… are you?" My sister asked.
"I told you, I'm Atago! You having trouble believing that~?"
"Umm… yes. Yes we are." I responded. At least it wasn't Kongou. Thank God it wasn't Kongou. She would've tried to break through the screen if it were her. Nevermind what would follow if she succeeded.
However, her Arpeggio counterpart would not have given much of a damn and would've been mildly aloof and creepy.
I stepped away from the computer, went upstairs, and pulled up Skype from my phone. I promptly asked if anyone was having strange issues with their game.
And many of the responses were 'yes', 'yes', and 'busy'. One of them, a guy by the name of Schmidt, asked if I had seen my ships develop what were essentially Mental Models from Arpeggio. I told him that yes, yes they did.
And then I heard something hit the ground, both of my dogs going nuts, and my sister hollering for me. I pocketed my phone and rushed downstairs, where I promptly saw the blonde rising up from the floor.
"I am so fucked." I said.
Suburban Akron, Ohio
22nd January, 2016
I was in a good mood today. Between the much-needed infusion of cash into my bank account, the news that American ships were being added to Kantai Collection, and the salt (and exaggerated patriotism) the announcement caused, everything seemed to be fine with the world. Well, mine anyway.
And so I booted up one of my favorite games, World of Warships. Blowing things up was a classic American pastime, and what better means to do so than large-caliber naval artillery? And the cash meant premium ships and free experience to quickly grind up to tier five in one of the battleship lines. After asking what ship I should buy over Skype, I decided upon the Atago, the second of the Takao-class heavy cruisers and a reliable tier eight premium ship.
And so I whipped out my debit card and sunk a good fifty-something bucks into it and much-needed dubloons.
I logged on shortly after, ready to take a look at my new boat. I saw the icon and smiled. The purchase went through, and I had a fresh source of silver and salt. I was never the best player unless I was playing the Clemson, and almost exclusively played American ships. It was going to be an adjustment, getting used to the higher velocity shells and lower arcs. And lower rate of fire. But she was finally mine. Sitting peacefully in the middle of the open ocean, in all of her low-definition, crappy home PC glory.
I heard tales of some strange goings on in the game. People getting yelled at by their ships. Others getting bounced by voluptuous vixens reaching right through their computer screens. Didn't know if it was a joke or not. And if it was, Wargaming was early for their April Fool's event. I was curious as to what this year's would be. Last year it was space warfare, complete with Yamato's rocket-propelled counterpart. Maybe they were doing the long-awaited KanColle crossover, as a way to appease the fans while still doing the Arpeggio of Blue Steel event. Or something.
Of course, I sure as hell wasn't getting any of those boats. Piddly kill counts precluded that, and I knew I wouldn't accomplish the other objectives in time either.
But the blue, grey, and white camouflaged beauty perhaps made up for it.
My sister was in the living room, watching more of her chick shows on Netflix, the titles of which I never bothered to learn, nevermind remember. A shame she never let her geeky side develop. The whole family was full of them. I loved anime and science fiction, my other sister was heavily into high fantasy and dragons, and my mom was a sci-fi fan as well, and while not an anime fan, still saw it as a legitimate means of entertainment.
I prepared to boot up a match when I heard something. A familiar voice. The light, airy, and sometimes squeaky tone of a Japanese woman.
I looked over and saw someone standing on the bridge. I zoomed in and got a better look at the unknown. Medium-length blonde hair, a blue coat and beret, and a sizable bust.
My brand-new boat's KanColle counterpart.
"The hell?" I quietly whispered to myself. My sister laughed at something on TV in the meanwhile. I rubbed my eyes and hastily cleaned my glasses. She was still there, giggling.
"Hi, there! I'm Atago! I hope you'll take good care of me~."
My jaw dropped.
"You alright, Jimmy?" My sister asked.
"Umm… define alright."
She paused her show and walked over. Taking a look at the computer screen, she grew mildly annoyed.
"You know mom doesn't like it when you and Casey download stuff."
"That's the thing," I replied. "I never downloaded anything for this."
Atago looked over at Chy and waved.
"Here. You take them." I told my sister before removing the headphones and handing them to her. She placed them upon her head as I saw Atago speak up. My sister's jaw dropped as well.
"Told you so." I mouthed. She waved me off.
"What about a game?" I heard my sister ask before she handed the headphones back. I turned over and saw Chy take out her phone, no doubt trying to reach mom. Unfortunately, she was out with Casey and her friend, whatshername. All in the name of improving her reputation, which was currently 'The woman who likes to yell at stuff.'
"Hello?" I asked.
"So, are you going to take me out for a spin~?" Atago responded. I hit the battle button and watched as a match loaded up. A tier seven to nine match. An eclectic mix of ships from the Iowa to the Nagato. The Fletcher to the Hatsuharu. And I was sitting in the middle of the lineup. The bell sounded and the match begun, my ship not taking terribly long to load in. A simple two-cap game on the Two Brothers map, one of the few with no signs of civilization anywhere.
I broke right and led alongside an allied Mahan, with no camouflage whatsoever. And shortly after, we spot the enemy fleet. A few battleships and cruisers. An Amagi and a Tirpitz led them. The high explosive was loaded up, and I targeted one of the battleships, hoping to burn him. I could hear a few other women shouting over the headphones, and they sounded confident. It was me and a tin can versus the very things meant to rip us a new one.
"Looks like we found them!" I heard Atago shout.
Fortunately there were lots of islands to hide behind.
I fired away, ten eight inch shells flying towards the Tirpitz as I broke off, and in doing so, jinking the Amagi's salvo. And the return salvo from the Tirpitz. I popped off a few more shells as I fell back, taking some minor hits for relatively little damage.
"You have torpedoes, you know~?"
"Oh. Yeah, I do."
I fired a spread of Long Lances towards one of the enemy battleships, and surprisingly, one scored a hit. Granted, it was relatively little damage. But hits were hits.
"Not bad for a first timer~." I heard the blonde say. "Oh, and the enemy is threatening our cap."
"Oh, Jesus!" I exclaimed. Right before a shell landed and hit my ship right in the citadel. Atago screamed in pain as a good ten thousand hitpoints were knocked off.
"Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" I yelled. I didn't know what to think. Before they were but pixels on a screen. And now…
"It… it's fine. Just keep going. Can you pop a repair, please?"
I hit the button and watched as the cruiser recovered a few thousand HP before I noticed a smokescreen ahead. Destroyer in the cap. And that was when I noticed most of our team had disappeared.
The foreboding sound of sonar pings rang out. High-speed screws inbound. Fortunately I was nose in towards the torpedoes as the spread passed harmlessly by. I fired off a return spread in the hopes of forcing the destroyer to run, at the very least.
But nothing hit. And so I brought the ship around the island as enemy cruisers began peppering me with fire, and slowed down in case the bastard's torps had reloaded.
And unfortunately, I hit the brakes too late as a spread impacted the bow and split my new boat in two, the salvo of 8" HE I fired seconds before doing little against the tin can. I heard more screaming as my heart just about stopped and my stomach dropped.
Did I lead someone to her death?
My mouth hung open as the match ended in defeat. And I somehow led the team on experience earned. Tears welled up as I returned to the port. My ship sat brand-new as the repair and maintenance costs came up.
But she was still there. Clothes torn up and breasts about to spill out, but still breathing.
And then my cash reserves began dropping as her clothes fixed themselves up.
"What the hell…" My sister whispered. I flinched, not realizing she was looking over my shoulder.
"My sentiments exactly." I replied. My mind started to race. Was this some sort of bizarre AI program? Or was my computer, and tens of thousands of others, haunted now? I unplugged the headphones and let them sit around my neck.
"All better now!" Atago cheerfully shouted. A fairly sizable chunk of my silver reserves had disappeared.
"What did we get into?" Chy asked.
"I honestly have no idea." I said back. "Hold on…"
I clicked on another ship, my ever reliable Clemson, sitting on forty-plus thousand experience waiting to be converted. And there was a girl sitting off the bow, barely older than Casey. Short cut brown hair and a lithe frame, the unknown casually gave me a one-finger salute.
"So, ready to seal club again?" She asked with a certain eagerness to her voice. "Or are you finally going to get all of this XP converted and move past the piece of shit called the South Carolina?"
I clicked back on the Atago. Sure enough, she was still there. "Oh, and you must have been scared for me." She said before giggling. "Don't worry, I'm fine!"
"Who… are you?" My sister asked.
"I told you, I'm Atago! You having trouble believing that~?"
"Umm… yes. Yes we are." I responded. At least it wasn't Kongou. Thank God it wasn't Kongou. She would've tried to break through the screen if it were her. Nevermind what would follow if she succeeded.
However, her Arpeggio counterpart would not have given much of a damn and would've been mildly aloof and creepy.
I stepped away from the computer, went upstairs, and pulled up Skype from my phone. I promptly asked if anyone was having strange issues with their game.
And many of the responses were 'yes', 'yes', and 'busy'. One of them, a guy by the name of Schmidt, asked if I had seen my ships develop what were essentially Mental Models from Arpeggio. I told him that yes, yes they did.
And then I heard something hit the ground, both of my dogs going nuts, and my sister hollering for me. I pocketed my phone and rushed downstairs, where I promptly saw the blonde rising up from the floor.
"I am so fucked." I said.
Breakaway's Tin Can Shenanigans
Breakaway25
All hail the Mighty Tomcat
- Location
- Stuck on the Quarterdeck
My take on this idea. I'll make characterizations later, but for now, snip.
"I'm going crazy. Yeah, that's it, I'm going insane." I sat for several seconds, staring at my computer monitor, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing was actually some sort of hallucination caused by sleep deprivation. I rubbed my eyes, blinking hard several times, trying to see if she would go away. Unfortunately, this didn't work as well as I had hoped. When I opened my eyes, she was still there, standing in my World of Warships port, on the fire control deck of my Mahan class destroyer. She looked young, maybe 16 or 17, and had short red hair. What stuck out for me was the modified dungarees she wore. I didn't know you could wear a skirt with those.
"But admiral, you don't seem crazy to me. If you were crazy, you couldn't have pulled off the move you tried yesterday," stated the girl who should not have been there. I briefly wondered if this was some sort of prank by Wargaming, they had done this sort of thing before, but had to throw that idea out pretty quickly. I had seen no notice of this at all, and they usually warned us about this sort of thing beforehand.
"How, what, who?" was all I could get out. My brain refused to accept the fact that she was there at all.
Unfortunately, I wasn't given much choice in the matter, "Admiral, don't you recognize me?" I shook my head, trying to remember if I had ever seen this girl before. She sighed, apparently not liking my answer, "It's me, Mahan. Don't you remember all the battles we've had together? How about the time I bagged a Yamato, back when I wore a different paint." It took me a minute to remember that, it was a fight that took place during the beta test, on the always perfectly balanced Islands of Ice map.
"But how are you here, and why am I talking to you? WHY ARE YOU IN MY GAME?" I said, my voice steadily rising unconsciously.
"No need to shout, admiral. I can hear you just fine," she said, crossing her arms.
I quickly apologized, "Sorry, just didn't expect to have a ship in a game suddenly come to life."
"Why not a game, admiral? It might help, and I haven't had a really good brawl in a long while," she said, then pointed up to where the battle button was at the top of the screen.
"Oh, okay," I replied, and moved the mouse up to start a match. I had pulled up a ranked battle, my current goal was to grab some more flags by moving up the ranks. Hopefully the team lists wouldn't be too horrible, but after the craziness that was CBT matchmaking, I was ready for anything at this point. As Mahan had brought up, I had sunk a Yamato with her before, back when that sort of tier split was a regular occurrence.
The team list finally loaded. Only tin can on my team, as usual, and it looks like my only rival DD this time is a single Hatsuharu. Good, the thing I love the most to do in US destroyers is to annihilate their Japanese counterparts. There are some pretty big guns on both teams, and this is Islands of Ice, so things are going to get hairy pretty quickly. The game finally loaded, and I was greeted by the sight of Mahan standing on the top of her fire director, giving me a cheerful wave. "Come on admiral, let's show these guys what a real tin can is capable of."
"Okay," I said weakly. This whole thing still made no sense to me. I wrote off a quick message in chat, <Is wargaming doing something special I don't know about? Some kindof event?>
I got several negative responses, and one, <Whay, wat's there?>
<Girl standing on my boat, talking to me. Anyone else see that?>
This time the responses were a little more toxic, <Dude, what are you smoking, and whre cn I get some?>
<Nvm, I'm just crazy,> I replied, sighing. This is why I tended to avoid chat.
"I told you admiral, you aren't crazy, I'm as real as you are," Mahan replied, before flashing me another grin. I fought the urge to slam my head into the desk. Why was this happening to me? The battle start sound broke my wallowing, and made me snap back up. It looked like one of ourKunetzovs has taken the initiative, and given us all steaming orders. Looks like to the north cap we go, which is just fine by me. That part of the map has more substantial cover, my best friend in a tin can.
"Looks like we're going north," I muttered, then said, "All engines ahead flank, general quarters." This was a little tic of mine that I did when I was alone, just to help dive further into the game.
I forgot that I had someone listening to me now, even if she wasn't actually here, "Aye sir, all engines ahead flank." My eyes widened in shock, which earned me another giggle from Mahan. "You don't have to give me orders, admiral, I'll fight just like usual, just tell me what to shoot."
"Okay, I'll do that." I looped into the north cap, stealthily running up the capture rate, while the rest of my team went north into the iceberg field.
"Great," Mahan muttered, "Idiot team." I looked up at the chat, and sure enough, half the ships were accusing one another of being newbs and/or bad. Great, ranked battles with a team that refused to work together, this was going to be fun.
"Right," I replied, taking another look at the minimap. It looks like I've spotted the entire enemy team, save for that Hatsuharu, and the fact that the southern cap is running up gave me a pretty good idea as to where he was. "Tin Can killing time," I said, before swinging the bow over to the south, hoping to catch the enemy DD while he's in a place I can catch him.
"Admiral, torpedoes," Mahan shouts, causing me to look up in surprise. I am certain my situational awareness light hasn't popped up, the other guy must be firing down a line of bearing, hoping to catch me in the spread. It was easy to zip around them. The Hatsu popped out of a smoke cloud, charging north towards the cap I had just secured. I grinned, he was in the perfect place for me to ruin his day.
"Machine gun time," I announced, before unleashing my destroyer's five 5"/38 caliber dual purpose guns on the Japanese destroyer. Poor guy didn't even have a chance. Three salvos later, and I had proved once more that I was the better DD skipper.
"Uh, admiral," Mahan said, interrupting my celebration.
"What?"
"Team lists," she said, then pointed up to where they were on my screen. I swore loudly. While I had been off dealing with this guy, my entire team had dissolved. As in, I was the only one left, and the enemy team hadn't lost one other ship besides the one I blew up. "You really are a sailor," Mahan laughed. You certainly swear like one."
I shrugged, then said, "We need to cap the southern point. We still have the northern one, and nabbing both will give us time to think about this."
"I concur," Mahan replied. I zipped south into the cap and started to wind the tickets into my team's favor. I halfheartedly watched the chat as I did this. More people pointing fingers at other people. Though one message did catch my eye. Apparently, the Hatsu driver was still in, and he announced that there was now a girl floating where his ship had been. She was berating him for being sunk. I shook my head, I'd have to ask someone about this later.
I finished capturing the point, then turned back north. I was still spoting the enemy team, and that's where they all were. Looking at the map, a plan started to form in my mind. Of the ships in play, the only thing that had line of sight to me, was a single Atago, and he was on low health. I had a plan, but it would require split second timing. "Just to confirm," I asked, "You have the high speed torps fit, right?"
"Yeah, only 6 klicks though," Mahan replied. I nodded, that was within spotting range. I opened up with my 5inchers in order to get the guy's attention, then popped my own smoke charge. This had the intended effect, the Atago swung around to chase me down. I gave him several seconds to close the distance, then triggered two of my torp launchers.
"Impulse charges, clean launch," I muttered unconsciously, another thing I said when I got into things.
"Fish are running, hot, strait, and normal," Mahan said, playing along. I watched as the torpedoes closed the distance, they were aimed exactly where I needed them to be. The Atago detonated with a bright fireball as three fish struck his flank. I didn't have time to celebrate my victory though, there was a second Atago and a Nagato in the north cap, and if I wanted any chance of winning this, I'd have to go deal with them. The only other ship on the enemy team, a Tirpitz, was all the way at the other end of the map, doing, something.
I shot north, making sure to stay out of spotting range of the two ships I saw. While I moved, I noticed that the Atago driver I had just shotgunned was saying something similar to what the Hatsu driver had said. His ship was now berating him for being so stupid. I thought about typing a response, but I needed to focus on fighting. The Nagato and the second Atago had finished their cap by this point. I had looped around one of the larger icebergs and was trying to angle for a second torp run, when the the Atago sniffed me out. With my smoke charge on cooldown, there was only one thing to do, stand and fight. I fired my torps at the Nagato trying to sneak up behind me, then turned my guns at the enemy cruiser. "Let's do it admiral," Mahan encouraged me, "Going down fighting is the only way to go."
I nodded, then began to hose the cruiser with rapid fire shells. The return volley hit for a large number of my health. Causing me to flinch and look at where Mahan was standing. She had been knocked to her knees, and her dungarees now sported several tears and scorch marks that weren't there a second ago. This surprised me so much that I had forgot to watch the progress of my snap launched torpedoes, but that question was answered second later when the ship destroyed ribbon flashed up on my screen. Apparently I had nailed the Nagato. Now it was just me and the cruiser. I got several more good hits in, but it was never to be. With my smoke on cooldown, and my torps reloading, all I could do was plink at him with 5" shellfire. Two more solid hits from his guns, and my ship exploded.
Strangely, the match continued on. I sighed, then panicked when I thought about Mahan. "Are you alright?" I could see her, bobbing in the water, her clothing in tatters, and her hair a mess.
"I've taken worse, admiral," she reassured me, "But this water is awful cold, can you do something about that?"
"Sure," I said, then moved to hit the return to port button.
"I was thinking of this," She said, then reached up towards me. That was when I got my second shock of the day when her hands reached out of the monitor towards me. "Can you give me a hand? This is a long climb." I reached out to grab her hands, surprised at how warm they were, and pulled. Next thing I knew, there was a large bundle of destroyer sitting in my lap, and she was soaked and shivering. The fact that her clothes were still wrecked didn't help things much.
"You want a towel?" I asked, trying to be friendly.
"Here's good for now," She replied, then wrapped her arms around me. Shocking me into silence, and soaking me shirt with water.
"You want something to put on?" I finally managed to ask.
"I'm good, watch this," she said, then reached down to click the return to port button on my screen. The screen flashed, and her hull re-appeared in the port. A deduction of credits later, and the ship was good as new. What surprised me was that the girl in my lap seemed to repair as well. As in, her wrecked clothes suddenly looked brand new again. I sat there for several seconds with the still shivering girl in my lap, to stunned to move. I kept telling myself that this couldn't happen, that I was hallucinating, but no matter what argument I made, it didn't stick.
Finally I managed to say, "You want to change into some dry clothes? The bathroom is in there, and you can borrow whatever you can find from my closet."
"I don't need dry clothes, but a towel would be appreciated." I nodded, then pointed to the bathroom. She nodded, then gave me a pained look. I realized that she didn't want to let go of me. "Fine," she harrumphed, "but I want to pick up later." I groaned softly as she jumped off me, and disappeared into my bathroom. I took the opportunity to switch over to skype on my computer. I typed out the question if anyone else had seen/had shipgirls appear in their WoWS games. OT my surprise, I got several affirmative responses. This wasn't limited only to me. I groaned then plopped my head onto the desk. A sudden thought brought me back up.
I pulled WoWS back up and looked at my port. I pulled my New Mexico up, and saw that there was another woman laying on top of the number two turret, obviously sunbathing herself. She gave me a look that said, "So what? Leave me alone." Shocked again, I flipped to my Cleveland. She was sitting at one of her Bofors 40mm mounts, pantomiming shooting airplanes out of the sky. I sat back in my chair, trying to figure out what to make of all this.
"I borrowed one of your jackets, admiral. I hope you don't mind," Mahan said from behind me.
"That's fine," I started to say, then turned to look at her. She was wearing one of my NWU blouses, "Hey, wait a minute." I bolted up and walked over to her. "I need that."
"You can have it back when I'm done with it," she replied, sticking her tongue out at me.
"I think I need a drink," was all I could think to say.
"I'm going crazy. Yeah, that's it, I'm going insane." I sat for several seconds, staring at my computer monitor, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing was actually some sort of hallucination caused by sleep deprivation. I rubbed my eyes, blinking hard several times, trying to see if she would go away. Unfortunately, this didn't work as well as I had hoped. When I opened my eyes, she was still there, standing in my World of Warships port, on the fire control deck of my Mahan class destroyer. She looked young, maybe 16 or 17, and had short red hair. What stuck out for me was the modified dungarees she wore. I didn't know you could wear a skirt with those.
"But admiral, you don't seem crazy to me. If you were crazy, you couldn't have pulled off the move you tried yesterday," stated the girl who should not have been there. I briefly wondered if this was some sort of prank by Wargaming, they had done this sort of thing before, but had to throw that idea out pretty quickly. I had seen no notice of this at all, and they usually warned us about this sort of thing beforehand.
"How, what, who?" was all I could get out. My brain refused to accept the fact that she was there at all.
Unfortunately, I wasn't given much choice in the matter, "Admiral, don't you recognize me?" I shook my head, trying to remember if I had ever seen this girl before. She sighed, apparently not liking my answer, "It's me, Mahan. Don't you remember all the battles we've had together? How about the time I bagged a Yamato, back when I wore a different paint." It took me a minute to remember that, it was a fight that took place during the beta test, on the always perfectly balanced Islands of Ice map.
"But how are you here, and why am I talking to you? WHY ARE YOU IN MY GAME?" I said, my voice steadily rising unconsciously.
"No need to shout, admiral. I can hear you just fine," she said, crossing her arms.
I quickly apologized, "Sorry, just didn't expect to have a ship in a game suddenly come to life."
"Why not a game, admiral? It might help, and I haven't had a really good brawl in a long while," she said, then pointed up to where the battle button was at the top of the screen.
"Oh, okay," I replied, and moved the mouse up to start a match. I had pulled up a ranked battle, my current goal was to grab some more flags by moving up the ranks. Hopefully the team lists wouldn't be too horrible, but after the craziness that was CBT matchmaking, I was ready for anything at this point. As Mahan had brought up, I had sunk a Yamato with her before, back when that sort of tier split was a regular occurrence.
The team list finally loaded. Only tin can on my team, as usual, and it looks like my only rival DD this time is a single Hatsuharu. Good, the thing I love the most to do in US destroyers is to annihilate their Japanese counterparts. There are some pretty big guns on both teams, and this is Islands of Ice, so things are going to get hairy pretty quickly. The game finally loaded, and I was greeted by the sight of Mahan standing on the top of her fire director, giving me a cheerful wave. "Come on admiral, let's show these guys what a real tin can is capable of."
"Okay," I said weakly. This whole thing still made no sense to me. I wrote off a quick message in chat, <Is wargaming doing something special I don't know about? Some kindof event?>
I got several negative responses, and one, <Whay, wat's there?>
<Girl standing on my boat, talking to me. Anyone else see that?>
This time the responses were a little more toxic, <Dude, what are you smoking, and whre cn I get some?>
<Nvm, I'm just crazy,> I replied, sighing. This is why I tended to avoid chat.
"I told you admiral, you aren't crazy, I'm as real as you are," Mahan replied, before flashing me another grin. I fought the urge to slam my head into the desk. Why was this happening to me? The battle start sound broke my wallowing, and made me snap back up. It looked like one of ourKunetzovs has taken the initiative, and given us all steaming orders. Looks like to the north cap we go, which is just fine by me. That part of the map has more substantial cover, my best friend in a tin can.
"Looks like we're going north," I muttered, then said, "All engines ahead flank, general quarters." This was a little tic of mine that I did when I was alone, just to help dive further into the game.
I forgot that I had someone listening to me now, even if she wasn't actually here, "Aye sir, all engines ahead flank." My eyes widened in shock, which earned me another giggle from Mahan. "You don't have to give me orders, admiral, I'll fight just like usual, just tell me what to shoot."
"Okay, I'll do that." I looped into the north cap, stealthily running up the capture rate, while the rest of my team went north into the iceberg field.
"Great," Mahan muttered, "Idiot team." I looked up at the chat, and sure enough, half the ships were accusing one another of being newbs and/or bad. Great, ranked battles with a team that refused to work together, this was going to be fun.
"Right," I replied, taking another look at the minimap. It looks like I've spotted the entire enemy team, save for that Hatsuharu, and the fact that the southern cap is running up gave me a pretty good idea as to where he was. "Tin Can killing time," I said, before swinging the bow over to the south, hoping to catch the enemy DD while he's in a place I can catch him.
"Admiral, torpedoes," Mahan shouts, causing me to look up in surprise. I am certain my situational awareness light hasn't popped up, the other guy must be firing down a line of bearing, hoping to catch me in the spread. It was easy to zip around them. The Hatsu popped out of a smoke cloud, charging north towards the cap I had just secured. I grinned, he was in the perfect place for me to ruin his day.
"Machine gun time," I announced, before unleashing my destroyer's five 5"/38 caliber dual purpose guns on the Japanese destroyer. Poor guy didn't even have a chance. Three salvos later, and I had proved once more that I was the better DD skipper.
"Uh, admiral," Mahan said, interrupting my celebration.
"What?"
"Team lists," she said, then pointed up to where they were on my screen. I swore loudly. While I had been off dealing with this guy, my entire team had dissolved. As in, I was the only one left, and the enemy team hadn't lost one other ship besides the one I blew up. "You really are a sailor," Mahan laughed. You certainly swear like one."
I shrugged, then said, "We need to cap the southern point. We still have the northern one, and nabbing both will give us time to think about this."
"I concur," Mahan replied. I zipped south into the cap and started to wind the tickets into my team's favor. I halfheartedly watched the chat as I did this. More people pointing fingers at other people. Though one message did catch my eye. Apparently, the Hatsu driver was still in, and he announced that there was now a girl floating where his ship had been. She was berating him for being sunk. I shook my head, I'd have to ask someone about this later.
I finished capturing the point, then turned back north. I was still spoting the enemy team, and that's where they all were. Looking at the map, a plan started to form in my mind. Of the ships in play, the only thing that had line of sight to me, was a single Atago, and he was on low health. I had a plan, but it would require split second timing. "Just to confirm," I asked, "You have the high speed torps fit, right?"
"Yeah, only 6 klicks though," Mahan replied. I nodded, that was within spotting range. I opened up with my 5inchers in order to get the guy's attention, then popped my own smoke charge. This had the intended effect, the Atago swung around to chase me down. I gave him several seconds to close the distance, then triggered two of my torp launchers.
"Impulse charges, clean launch," I muttered unconsciously, another thing I said when I got into things.
"Fish are running, hot, strait, and normal," Mahan said, playing along. I watched as the torpedoes closed the distance, they were aimed exactly where I needed them to be. The Atago detonated with a bright fireball as three fish struck his flank. I didn't have time to celebrate my victory though, there was a second Atago and a Nagato in the north cap, and if I wanted any chance of winning this, I'd have to go deal with them. The only other ship on the enemy team, a Tirpitz, was all the way at the other end of the map, doing, something.
I shot north, making sure to stay out of spotting range of the two ships I saw. While I moved, I noticed that the Atago driver I had just shotgunned was saying something similar to what the Hatsu driver had said. His ship was now berating him for being so stupid. I thought about typing a response, but I needed to focus on fighting. The Nagato and the second Atago had finished their cap by this point. I had looped around one of the larger icebergs and was trying to angle for a second torp run, when the the Atago sniffed me out. With my smoke charge on cooldown, there was only one thing to do, stand and fight. I fired my torps at the Nagato trying to sneak up behind me, then turned my guns at the enemy cruiser. "Let's do it admiral," Mahan encouraged me, "Going down fighting is the only way to go."
I nodded, then began to hose the cruiser with rapid fire shells. The return volley hit for a large number of my health. Causing me to flinch and look at where Mahan was standing. She had been knocked to her knees, and her dungarees now sported several tears and scorch marks that weren't there a second ago. This surprised me so much that I had forgot to watch the progress of my snap launched torpedoes, but that question was answered second later when the ship destroyed ribbon flashed up on my screen. Apparently I had nailed the Nagato. Now it was just me and the cruiser. I got several more good hits in, but it was never to be. With my smoke on cooldown, and my torps reloading, all I could do was plink at him with 5" shellfire. Two more solid hits from his guns, and my ship exploded.
Strangely, the match continued on. I sighed, then panicked when I thought about Mahan. "Are you alright?" I could see her, bobbing in the water, her clothing in tatters, and her hair a mess.
"I've taken worse, admiral," she reassured me, "But this water is awful cold, can you do something about that?"
"Sure," I said, then moved to hit the return to port button.
"I was thinking of this," She said, then reached up towards me. That was when I got my second shock of the day when her hands reached out of the monitor towards me. "Can you give me a hand? This is a long climb." I reached out to grab her hands, surprised at how warm they were, and pulled. Next thing I knew, there was a large bundle of destroyer sitting in my lap, and she was soaked and shivering. The fact that her clothes were still wrecked didn't help things much.
"You want a towel?" I asked, trying to be friendly.
"Here's good for now," She replied, then wrapped her arms around me. Shocking me into silence, and soaking me shirt with water.
"You want something to put on?" I finally managed to ask.
"I'm good, watch this," she said, then reached down to click the return to port button on my screen. The screen flashed, and her hull re-appeared in the port. A deduction of credits later, and the ship was good as new. What surprised me was that the girl in my lap seemed to repair as well. As in, her wrecked clothes suddenly looked brand new again. I sat there for several seconds with the still shivering girl in my lap, to stunned to move. I kept telling myself that this couldn't happen, that I was hallucinating, but no matter what argument I made, it didn't stick.
Finally I managed to say, "You want to change into some dry clothes? The bathroom is in there, and you can borrow whatever you can find from my closet."
"I don't need dry clothes, but a towel would be appreciated." I nodded, then pointed to the bathroom. She nodded, then gave me a pained look. I realized that she didn't want to let go of me. "Fine," she harrumphed, "but I want to pick up later." I groaned softly as she jumped off me, and disappeared into my bathroom. I took the opportunity to switch over to skype on my computer. I typed out the question if anyone else had seen/had shipgirls appear in their WoWS games. OT my surprise, I got several affirmative responses. This wasn't limited only to me. I groaned then plopped my head onto the desk. A sudden thought brought me back up.
I pulled WoWS back up and looked at my port. I pulled my New Mexico up, and saw that there was another woman laying on top of the number two turret, obviously sunbathing herself. She gave me a look that said, "So what? Leave me alone." Shocked again, I flipped to my Cleveland. She was sitting at one of her Bofors 40mm mounts, pantomiming shooting airplanes out of the sky. I sat back in my chair, trying to figure out what to make of all this.
"I borrowed one of your jackets, admiral. I hope you don't mind," Mahan said from behind me.
"That's fine," I started to say, then turned to look at her. She was wearing one of my NWU blouses, "Hey, wait a minute." I bolted up and walked over to her. "I need that."
"You can have it back when I'm done with it," she replied, sticking her tongue out at me.
"I think I need a drink," was all I could think to say.
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Skywalker's Misfortunate Game
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
Tier 3:
Tenryuu
She comes out every once in a blue moon, blows something up, and then goes back to reclining in the port. A bit of a hands on fighter, preferring to get up close and personal. Torps, guns, doesn't matter. If it blows up, she'll use it on the rare occasions she gets a chance. The sword ain't for show you know.
Tier 3:
Aurora
A quiet girl, who rarely gets out. She tends to merely sit in port, looking up at the sky and wishing she got a chance to go out and fight.
(I do not use Aurora all that much)
Tier 4:
Kuma~
Similar to Tenryuu, but with more emphasis on gunplay. If you get in range of her guns, you will be burning to the waterline. Kuma will fight whatever you throw at her, and do it with a grin on her face. Pity those who underestimate her because of her lack of armor, as she is quite an agile fighters as well.
Tier 5:
Konigsberg
ZE GERMANS ARE COMING. Is about how you can describe this girl. She can, and will, wreck you. Konig has a bit of a mean streak, picking on little DDs who dare to cross her path in particular. She has no problem in blowing them away with guns and torpedoes, and even the occasional ram. This German is a battle-loving girl, who enjoys setting things on fire, blowing them up, torpedoing them, and otherwise causing devastation. Scares even Tenryuu at times.
Murmansk:
Glory of Mother Russia! Murmansk, who dislikes being confused for Omaha or Marblehead, is a tenacious fighter. She will charge the enemy head on, firing away the entire time. Aircraft fear her, and she has a special place for cocky DDs in the same was as Konig. Where Murmansk differs is in her typically Russian attitude, and her tendency to open holes in the sides of BBs who can't deal with such a small target when she charges them directly and torps them for their trouble.
Tier 6:
Nurnberg
Konig's big little sister. More or less the same as the smaller cruiser, Nurn is a bit kinder. She won't outright target DDs and instead likes to focus on things above her weight to protect the rest of the team.
Lena's Nurn:
Konig up to 11, with a touch of righteous anger when things don't go well. And a BANZAI attitude.
Aoba:
TBA
Tenryuu
She comes out every once in a blue moon, blows something up, and then goes back to reclining in the port. A bit of a hands on fighter, preferring to get up close and personal. Torps, guns, doesn't matter. If it blows up, she'll use it on the rare occasions she gets a chance. The sword ain't for show you know.
Tier 3:
Aurora
A quiet girl, who rarely gets out. She tends to merely sit in port, looking up at the sky and wishing she got a chance to go out and fight.
(I do not use Aurora all that much)
Tier 4:
Kuma~
Similar to Tenryuu, but with more emphasis on gunplay. If you get in range of her guns, you will be burning to the waterline. Kuma will fight whatever you throw at her, and do it with a grin on her face. Pity those who underestimate her because of her lack of armor, as she is quite an agile fighters as well.
Tier 5:
Konigsberg
ZE GERMANS ARE COMING. Is about how you can describe this girl. She can, and will, wreck you. Konig has a bit of a mean streak, picking on little DDs who dare to cross her path in particular. She has no problem in blowing them away with guns and torpedoes, and even the occasional ram. This German is a battle-loving girl, who enjoys setting things on fire, blowing them up, torpedoing them, and otherwise causing devastation. Scares even Tenryuu at times.
Murmansk:
Glory of Mother Russia! Murmansk, who dislikes being confused for Omaha or Marblehead, is a tenacious fighter. She will charge the enemy head on, firing away the entire time. Aircraft fear her, and she has a special place for cocky DDs in the same was as Konig. Where Murmansk differs is in her typically Russian attitude, and her tendency to open holes in the sides of BBs who can't deal with such a small target when she charges them directly and torps them for their trouble.
Tier 6:
Nurnberg
Konig's big little sister. More or less the same as the smaller cruiser, Nurn is a bit kinder. She won't outright target DDs and instead likes to focus on things above her weight to protect the rest of the team.
Lena's Nurn:
Konig up to 11, with a touch of righteous anger when things don't go well. And a BANZAI attitude.
Aoba:
TBA
Tier 4:
Wyoming: TBA
Tier 5:
Kongou
More or less the same BURNING LOVE girl we know and....love. Enjoys charging into the enemy's face in the classic 'Damn the torpedoes!' fashion. Armor? Who needs armor! Currently though, she's languishing in port and pines after Nagato for 'stealing her Teitoku'.
(Kongou's captain was moved to Nagato)
New York
IfFusou Yamashiro is confident, New York is the Misfortune-chan stereotype instead. Cannot make her work, no matter what I try. So she sits in port with Wyoming, looking dismally at her poor stats. Girl tries her best, but nothing she does works quite right.
Tier 6:
Fusou Yamashiro
BEST GIRL. Bar none, this is the best ship in my fleet. She laughs at all comers, even up to and including unwary NorCars and Amagis. Yamashiro is a confident girl with good reason. If you underestimate her and get in her sights, you will be shotgunned by 14-inches of hot steel, and wonder where your health went. This leads to a hint of overconfidence. Well, more than a hint. She also enjoys the thrill of battle, and leading the charge despite her dismal speed.
This girl is most assuredly not Misfortune-chan.
Tier 7:
Nagato/Nagamon
She tries her best, and is getting better slowly but surely. Her guns hit hard, and her stoic determination is legendary. In other words, she's a lot like base Nagato. With a hint more melancholy, as it has taken her a long and hard road to get to where she is. And she avoids Kongou like the plague.
Nagato will have you know she did not 'Steal Kongou's Teitoku', thank you very much.
Wyoming: TBA
Tier 5:
Kongou
More or less the same BURNING LOVE girl we know and....love. Enjoys charging into the enemy's face in the classic 'Damn the torpedoes!' fashion. Armor? Who needs armor! Currently though, she's languishing in port and pines after Nagato for 'stealing her Teitoku'.
(Kongou's captain was moved to Nagato)
New York
If
Tier 6:
BEST GIRL. Bar none, this is the best ship in my fleet. She laughs at all comers, even up to and including unwary NorCars and Amagis. Yamashiro is a confident girl with good reason. If you underestimate her and get in her sights, you will be shotgunned by 14-inches of hot steel, and wonder where your health went. This leads to a hint of overconfidence. Well, more than a hint. She also enjoys the thrill of battle, and leading the charge despite her dismal speed.
This girl is most assuredly not Misfortune-chan.
Tier 7:
Nagato/Nagamon
She tries her best, and is getting better slowly but surely. Her guns hit hard, and her stoic determination is legendary. In other words, she's a lot like base Nagato. With a hint more melancholy, as it has taken her a long and hard road to get to where she is. And she avoids Kongou like the plague.
Nagato will have you know she did not 'Steal Kongou's Teitoku', thank you very much.
Alrighty then...port is done, now for the snip:
You know what they say about playing games? That they can either be fun and relaxing, or frustrating and annoying? Maybe that's only me. But when it came to World of Warships, I felt that it was more valid than in most games. Either great matches would come, or I would feel like banging my head into the nearest wall. I would say my keyboard, but as I play on a laptop that would be...yeah. That aside, this view is important as I came out of a lost Nagato match, wondering why I kept up the grind sometimes. Not to say that Nagato was a bad ship. Now that she was upgraded she was decent enough. But it just wasn't as fun as her predecessors.
Especially Fusou, a ship that I was a monster in. Only one to regularly get multiple kills per match, without much difficulty.
Which was hilarious, considering her memetic status as Misfortune-chan. Granted her Kancolle characterization was most of the reason for that, but the point remained. Sure, her IRL design was buggy before being buggy was a thing. Ise was a better ship. But, I had a soft spot for the Pagoda sisters. Even before I discovered how much people underestimated her, compared to the more common New Mexico. With that in mind, it is littler surprise I decided to hop over to her while I waited for Nagato to finish up.
"You going back to Fusou?"
"Ayup. Only so many losses I can take."
"Heh. Well, save some for me this time!"
Snorting softly, I rolled my eyes at my sister. She had a fondness for the cruisers, and would probably pull out Nurnberg for this one. At least when we worked together things tended to die in droves. Smirking at the thought, I hit battle and booted up the game. Even as I did so though, I noticed that something seemed a bit off.
"Hey, that's a lot more people than usual..."
As had my sister, her voice showing her confusion.
"I noticed Lena, I noticed. I wonder if there's a new deal going around?"
My sister hummed in thought, "Well, I saw something going around about them doing a Kancolle special. Think that's it?"
"Kancolle? In the middle of the Arpeggio stuff?" Understandably, I was rather dubious with that idea.
Why in god's name would they do that? I could understand doing a Kancolle thing at some point if they could work out a deal or something, but not at the same time as Arpeggio. And there would have been weeks of leadup too. I most certainly would have noticed them doing that kind of special, with the amount of writing I did in that fandom these days. I wouldn't necessarily rule out Wargaming pulling a fast one on me, but it would seem odd to say the least.
"Hey, it's just what I heard." Lena rolled her eyes at me, "Anywaaayyy...you ready?"
"I'm in Fusou, I was born ready."
Sharing a laugh at that, the two of us returned to our screens. The battle had finally started loading with an eclectic mix of ships. A Ranger here, a Myoko there, and even a Tenryuu divved with a New York of all things. I hadn't seen that type of mix before. Normally it was just Cleves, Cleves, and more Cleves.
Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a bit. And when in Fusou I ate those things alive, so it might not have been all that bad.
"Man, if they are doing a Kancolle thing everyone is making the most of it."
I could hardly argue that point, as the match loaded in. My camo-clad battleship was next to Lena's equally camoed-up Nurn, the two of us at the center of our team's formation. The formation was probably the least interesting thing about the match though. Compared, at least, to the chat. Something that had exploded the moment the match had loaded our ships in, and had me raising an eyebrow. My sister was giggling quietly for her part, both of us rather...stumped by it.
'Hey, anyone else have a girl yelling at them?'
'You too! I thought I was going crazy!'
'Poi?'
'Don't start that!'
'No literally, I have that what's-her-face on my Hatsu! I can't get anything else out of her!'
'Okay, who the hell hacked the game?'
Giggles or not, Lena shot me a look. I shrugged in confusion, wondering what could be going on. Neither of us had girls yelling through our screens...though I pity whoever seemed to have ended up with Yuudachi, in all honesty.
'What are you all talking about?' I typed into the chat, waiting for a response as I had Fusou swap out her HE for AP shells and start moving towards one of the caps.
'Girls! Girls on our ships!' A rather panicked Kongou captain shot back.
'LOL you have Kongou, don't you?'
Sighing at my sister's smug grin, I turned back to the game as the other battleship's captain confirmed that with panicky words. So apparently someone, a Kancolle fan, had hacked the game. At least I didn't have that. It would be odd to say the least.
"Hey, bro." Lena spoke up as we plodded along at a stately 24 knots thanks to Fusou's less than stellar speed. "That Myoko's right ahead."
"See her. Keep that Hatsu off my back."
"Roger roger."
Snorting at that in-joke, I turned back to my screen. Fusou shifted to port as the Myoko fired a brace of HE shells at me. Most missed, but one hit square in the Pagoda and set it alight. Frowning at that, I continued my turn and returned the favor twenty-fold. By which I mean two solid Citpens, that dropped the cruiser down by over thirty thousand hitpoints. Smirking, I turned back to cover my broadside as the guns reloaded, letting the fire burn it's way down. Fusou had the health to spare, and I wasn't going to risk getting torped if Lena couldn't keep the DD occupied.
"OW!"
"...sis, please tell me that was..."
"Wasn't me. And do you remember German curse words? Fairly certain someone is screaming at me for failing to nail that Hatsu."
We turned to look at each other in unison, hazel eyes meeting blue. Before we shook our heads in unison, and turned back to our screens. I looked over my ship, trying to hunt down the source of the voice. Where was...
"Up here, Teitoku!"
Already regretting it, I turned my eyes up at the flaming Pagoda. At the top of the mast, a girl stood, wreathed in the flames. None touched her however, as a cocky smirk was sent my way. A smirk that did not fit on the face of the woman. Her short black hair was tied back with a white ribbon, leaving her pale- for a Japanese woman -face exposed. Red eyes were set in that face, the cocky expression spreading to them.
Beneath that, she wore a white top with a flower-pattern stitched into it. Underneath that, a short red skirt and...long...bare legs. Tearing my eyes away from that, I returned to her face.
"...Yamashiro?"
No, my voice did not crack. Not at all!
"Of course!" The impossible woman replied, turning her smirk fully on me. "Now, shall we show these fools what happens when you fight the mighty Fusou-class dreadnought Yamashiro?"
I must be dreaming. I'm going to wake up, and laugh it off. Yamashiro is supposed to be 'Such Misfortune'. Not this! Even if she was here, on her sister's hull, she wouldn't be cocky. Right?
Even as I thought that, I remembered my earlier thoughts. And my stats in this ship.
On the other hand, I do redeem this class on nightly basis. Did that...?
"So, you got an overly confident Yamashiro and I got an angry German?" Lena's voice held a forced levity, as she looked over at me. "Man, that's no fair!"
"Aren't all Germans angry?"
"Ooh...she didn't like that one."
Well, tough luck. I was trying to not focus on the fact I had Yamashiro perched on the mast of my ship. This was no mod. No mod could do what this was. Yamashiro sounded...human. Off from her character, but human nonetheless. What in the hell...
"Hey!" The impossible woman shouted at me. "HE coming in!"
Acting on instinct, I swung Fu...Yamashiro...to the side. The Myoko's shells splashed down around me, as my own guns blew the remaining health off the rapidly maneuvering cruiser. Sighing in relief, I scanned the area. Secure in the idea that Lena and I were safe for the moment, I turned my full attention to the woman atop the Pagoda, as I swung Yamashiro around to find more enemy ships.
"Okay, assuming I'm not going crazy, how in the hell are you up there?"
Yamashiro shrugged, adjusting her headband, "No idea. Are we going to finish the enemy, teitoku?"
"...maybe. Seriously though, no idea at all?"
"Not one."
"Great. Just great."
Lena shrugged from her own desk, "For what it's worth, we're all going crazy if this isn't real. So, mass hallucination?"
"Doubt it."
"Magic then. Fun!"
No forced levity this time. I fondly shook my head at that. Lena always would be the one to be excited by something like this. I was still in 'barely keeping myself together' mode myself though. At least Yamashiro was in the game, right? Better than our room.
Speaking of which, the battleship turned her red eyes on me, placing her hands on her wide hips. Fighting down a blush as I focused a bit too much on said hips, I instead looked up at her face.
A face that had a scowl on it, "Teitoku, we will win this match. Luck is on our side, as is our skill! None can beat us in a fair fight."
"...here I thought you were the one who complained about having no luck."
Yamashiro looked offended at that, and I was lucky that an enemy Colorado came into view or I might have regretted saying those words. As it sat, Yamashiro turned to face the other battleship, as I did the same. I faintly registered Lena moving to full speed, her 'Angry German' moving away to get a better firing angle, and avoid return fire. Couldn't blame her. Ze Germans weren't exactly the toughest ones around. Not that Yamashiro was in comparison either, but still, BB is better in a slugging fest than a cruiser.
Focusing on the battle at hand instead of the problems of having a girl on my ship, I angled bow-on to the American battleship. Not a moment too soon, as a broadside of sixteen-inch death fired on my own ship. I grit my teeth, as most of the shells missed, and one pinged off the angled bow armor of my Japanese girl. One shell though...that shell blew clean through Yamashiro's foremost turret, destroying it. Not even damaging, outright destroyed.
"Gah!"
And the woman atop her mast clutched her arm, part of her outfit shredded. I wished I could pause the game, make sure she was fine. But that wasn't possible, was it?
"Are you alright?" Still, I asked anyway, popping a repair as I turned to unshadow my- her -remaining guns.
"Perfectly fine! Show him what happens when he tries to sink us!" Yamashiro's feral grin worried me somewhat, but...yeah, that was something to think about later.
As her hull finished turning, and her turrets locked on, I fired a nearly full broadside. Yamashiro's fourteen-inch rifles were older and weaker than the Colorado, but they did their job. Even as I threw her rudder hard, the American ship dropped down to half-health. But his guns would reload soon and...
"Don't worry Teitoku, we can win." Yamashiro's voice was confident, as her red eyes locked onto me.
Wish I was that confident. He's got better guns, better secondaries, better armor...about all we have is reload time and my skill with this...with her. Not promising.
Well, that and a certain someone.
"Tally ho!"
For even as the Colorado turned to unshadow his rear guns, Lena's Nurn went charging by me, guns spewing HE at the battleship. I sighed in resignation, recognizing that tactic of hers. German cruisers were long range gun boats, with the torps a secondary weapon. Unless you were my impulsive sister. Still, I smiled at the quiet laugh from Yamashiro, as I managed to limit the damage from the next salvo to a comparatively paltry 10k. Considering the guns shooting me...yeah. Take what I can get, even as I winced as yet more of my own girl's clothes were shot off.
"This is nothing!" The Japanese girl glared at the other ship, even as she brought her arms up to hold her tattered clothes closer to her body.
At least she has a sense of modesty.
"Torps away!"
As Lena's Nurn, flaming from secondary fire, turned away from it's run...I turned into my own broadside. Guns rotated, as the Colorado driver tried to turn in time to dodge my fire or the torps. But he couldn't dodge both. Menacing rifles locked onto the American ship, ready to blow it away. My finger was on the trigger...
"Battle ended?!"
I could only blink, as the message came up. I had been so focused, that I hadn't even realized the rest of our team had melted. The enemy had won on points, right before we could sink the battleship. I could faintly hear the sound of angry German from Lena's computer, even as I slumped down.
"We lost." I muttered, feeling this a lot more than my earlier failure in Nagato. If only because I looked at the equally slumped shoulders of Yamashiro, as we returned to the port screen.
Man, now I felt bad...
"Sorry..."
Yamashiro turned her head, red eyes narrowed, "Don't apologize! We merely need to work harder next time!"
"...you aren't mad?"
"That was not our fault, was it? That was the team!"
Heh, yep, that sounded like something I would say. Made sense if she picked up this personality, from my play style. Either way though, I could do little but watch as her hull popped back into the port. My credits went up even as her clothing restored itself, likely because I did a decent amount of damage even for a loss. Still though, what...what now?
Sending a look over at Lena, I saw her deep in conversation with...Nurnberg. Turning back to Yamashiro, I raised an eyebrow as she held her hand up.
"Something to tell me?" I asked warily.
"No! Take my hand."
Deciding to humor her, I placed my hand on my computer screen. Only to flinch back in shock, as a small and very feminine hand grasped my own. A hand soon followed by a head, and shoulders, and a torso...a whole woman. Yamashiro came out of my computer, shaking herself with clear discomfort on her face. Discomfort that only lasted long enough for her to look around the room, and smirk at me. While I was doing my best impersonation of a beached fish, gaping as I pointed a finger at the woman. This. This. This...
Impossible!
But yet, here we were. Lena was gaping just as much as I was, not even acknowledging the voice coming from her own computer. And all I could do, was stare at Yamashiro. The impossible woman, standing in the middle of my room. Thankfully not getting the floor wet, but still...standing in my room.
"It is nice to be out here." Her smirk never once faded, as I fell back on my bed and stuck my hands in my face.
Oh God...
UNDER REVISION AS OF 2015-01-28
Anyway, here's a bit of nightmare fuel for anyone out there.
I'm sorry, but my first response is puns: The shipgirls are larger than life if you will. In other words, they are disproportionately bigger on their ships than they should be. I like the picture though.A question. If personification is human-sized, then they should be very hard to spot in middle of the match, when you are, presumably, zoomed-out. Bunch of pixels, practically.
Anyway, here's a bit of nightmare fuel for anyone out there.
[1/22/2016 11:25:01 AM | Edited 11:25:09 AM] Aires Drake: But yeah, the gutshot of my premise is that the Abyssals come from all of the sold ships in players' ports.
[1/22/2016 11:25:16 AM] Avalanche:
[[Friday, January 22, 2016 11:24 AM] Aires Drake: <<< But yeah, the gutshot of my premise is that the Abyssals come from all of the sold ships in people's ports....]
My poor ASIA account.
[1/22/2016 11:25:33 AM] Aires Drake: Your Asia account IS the Abyss.
[1/22/2016 11:26:01 AM] Aires Drake: Hilariously, you could then have dramatics between your two ports as well!
[1/22/2016 11:26:44 AM] Avalanche: One moron over in ASIA fucks everything up whilst his "protoge" in NA facepalms
[1/22/2016 11:27:02 AM] Avalanche: Sounds hilarious
[1/22/2016 11:27:05 AM] Aires Drake: Ahahahaha
[1/22/2016 11:27:19 AM] Aires Drake: Yeah, I might have to use that now!
[1:27:13 PM] Aires Drake: I'd still have almost....thirty ships-worth of Abyssals?
[1:27:56 PM] SkyT65: Hmm.
Erie, the old T1 Japanese boat, Chikuma/Chester, St. Louis, South Carolina and...I think that's it.
Don't think I've sold anything else.
[1:27:57 PM] Aires Drake: But yeah, I wanted to include those bits here because some of that stuff is VERY relevant
[1:30:46 PM] Aires Drake: Omaha, Pre-6 USSR DDs, Orlan, SC, Wyoming, NM, pre-6 German cruisers, Bogue, Langley, St. Louis, pre-7 USN DDs except Clemson, pre-7 IJN DDs, Aoba, Tenryuu, Kuma, Chikuma, T1 IJN CL, Kawachi, Myogi, original Kongou....
[1:30:53 PM] Aires Drake: I think that's all of them.
[1:32:29 PM] Aires Drake: 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 15, 16, 17, 18, 23, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, annnd 37
[1:32:43 PM] Aires Drake: Thirty-seven Abyssals from my port.
[1:34:10 PM] Aires Drake: And if their competency is based off of how extremely I felt about a ship (hate begets hate, love begets abandonment which begets rage and jealousy), then some of them are extremely competent.)
[1:34:30 PM] Aires Drake: Well, that and how well I played the ships.
[1:35:14 PM] Aires Drake: Abyssal Kawachi would not give a fuck about facing a NC and burning it in unholy flames to birth a new Abyssal from its corpse.
[1:36:39 PM] Aires Drake: Which is how Abyssals will propagate by the way, starting first as AI opponents in the Co-Op matches that gradually become more twisted and corrupted from the moment Pensacola decided she wanted to convince Drake physically that she needed to go out and fight.
[1:37:17 PM] Aires Drake: So, T+12 hours, people might be commenting on the darker paint of the Co-Op ships on forums and such.
[1:37:44 PM] Aires Drake: T+36 hours, corruption by being sunk by those sinks becomes possible.
[1:39:28 PM] Aires Drake: When a ship in a port is corrupted, it has a 24-hour 'incubation' period where it seemingly becomes a normal ship with the shipgirl either disappearing entirely or no longer being able to re-enter the computer/monitor and being sickly to boot.
[1:40:28 PM] Aires Drake: After the incubation period, the shipgirl can no longer interface with the ship until the port is cleansed in some manner (I have not determined how though at this time).
[1:41:40 PM] Aires Drake: So what happens if a ship is sunk by a corrupted ship? Well, if it has its shipgirl present, nothing bad UNLESS the 'good guy' team loses.
[1:42:10 PM] Aires Drake: Then, the defeated ship enters its own incubation period with the manifested shipgirl becoming very sickly.
[1:42:46 PM] Aires Drake: Players of corrupted ships may find themselves missing the gradual signs of corruption on their ships as well.
[1:44:09 PM] Aires Drake: Shipgirls are not corrupted until the port has been, whereupon they become Abyssal versions of themselves.
[1:46:26 PM] Aires Drake: An entire port becomes corrupted only by having 50% or more of the present ships being corrupted/Abyssal-tainted at which point, the inactive ships (the ones rarely used) begin showing signs of corruption. Non-corrupted shipgirls may feel uneasy or awkward when they are in port.
[1:49:03 PM] Jimbo Brobo.: Naturally, there's gonna be a lot of Emdens as Abyssals
[1:49:54 PM] Aires Drake: Once the port is corrupted, well, the player/owner/admiral of that port is the next target of the corruption which involves the Abyssalized shipgirls coming out en-masse to 'recruit' their owner and commander. Depending on the player and his/her lifestyle, the Abyssals may then lay low for several days or even weeks. The more violent and unhappy the player's lifestyle is, the more likely the Abyssals are to act. They will not abide by the world torturing their Admiral any further. The world...it must be made to suffer back.
[1:50:18 PM] Aires Drake: Is that a good-enough frame for world-building right now?
[1:50:31 PM] Jimbo Brobo.: Lovecraftian
[1:50:40 PM] Aires Drake: A little bit.
[1:51:06 PM] Aires Drake: I like the idea of Abyssal ships really do care about their players still though.
[1:54:03 PM] Breakaway25: reads Drake's abyssal explination
[1:54:10 PM] Breakaway25: welp, I need to go find the brain bleach
[1:54:45 PM] Aires Drake: I'm fairly good at devising nightmare-material, I think. Did this confirm that?
["I Can Never Unsee This" image posted by Breakaway]
[1:55:32 PM] Aires Drake: Sorry.
[1:56:49 PM] Aires Drake: I'm the type of person who devises the worst-possible nightmares when depressed so my dreams and hopes have a worthy challenge to overcome in a meta-sort-of-manner.
[1/22/2016 11:25:16 AM] Avalanche:
[[Friday, January 22, 2016 11:24 AM] Aires Drake: <<< But yeah, the gutshot of my premise is that the Abyssals come from all of the sold ships in people's ports....]
My poor ASIA account.
[1/22/2016 11:25:33 AM] Aires Drake: Your Asia account IS the Abyss.
[1/22/2016 11:26:01 AM] Aires Drake: Hilariously, you could then have dramatics between your two ports as well!
[1/22/2016 11:26:44 AM] Avalanche: One moron over in ASIA fucks everything up whilst his "protoge" in NA facepalms
[1/22/2016 11:27:02 AM] Avalanche: Sounds hilarious
[1/22/2016 11:27:05 AM] Aires Drake: Ahahahaha
[1/22/2016 11:27:19 AM] Aires Drake: Yeah, I might have to use that now!
[1:27:13 PM] Aires Drake: I'd still have almost....thirty ships-worth of Abyssals?
[1:27:56 PM] SkyT65: Hmm.
Erie, the old T1 Japanese boat, Chikuma/Chester, St. Louis, South Carolina and...I think that's it.
Don't think I've sold anything else.
[1:27:57 PM] Aires Drake: But yeah, I wanted to include those bits here because some of that stuff is VERY relevant
[1:30:46 PM] Aires Drake: Omaha, Pre-6 USSR DDs, Orlan, SC, Wyoming, NM, pre-6 German cruisers, Bogue, Langley, St. Louis, pre-7 USN DDs except Clemson, pre-7 IJN DDs, Aoba, Tenryuu, Kuma, Chikuma, T1 IJN CL, Kawachi, Myogi, original Kongou....
[1:30:53 PM] Aires Drake: I think that's all of them.
[1:32:29 PM] Aires Drake: 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 15, 16, 17, 18, 23, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, annnd 37
[1:32:43 PM] Aires Drake: Thirty-seven Abyssals from my port.
[1:34:10 PM] Aires Drake: And if their competency is based off of how extremely I felt about a ship (hate begets hate, love begets abandonment which begets rage and jealousy), then some of them are extremely competent.)
[1:34:30 PM] Aires Drake: Well, that and how well I played the ships.
[1:35:14 PM] Aires Drake: Abyssal Kawachi would not give a fuck about facing a NC and burning it in unholy flames to birth a new Abyssal from its corpse.
[1:36:39 PM] Aires Drake: Which is how Abyssals will propagate by the way, starting first as AI opponents in the Co-Op matches that gradually become more twisted and corrupted from the moment Pensacola decided she wanted to convince Drake physically that she needed to go out and fight.
[1:37:17 PM] Aires Drake: So, T+12 hours, people might be commenting on the darker paint of the Co-Op ships on forums and such.
[1:37:44 PM] Aires Drake: T+36 hours, corruption by being sunk by those sinks becomes possible.
[1:39:28 PM] Aires Drake: When a ship in a port is corrupted, it has a 24-hour 'incubation' period where it seemingly becomes a normal ship with the shipgirl either disappearing entirely or no longer being able to re-enter the computer/monitor and being sickly to boot.
[1:40:28 PM] Aires Drake: After the incubation period, the shipgirl can no longer interface with the ship until the port is cleansed in some manner (I have not determined how though at this time).
[1:41:40 PM] Aires Drake: So what happens if a ship is sunk by a corrupted ship? Well, if it has its shipgirl present, nothing bad UNLESS the 'good guy' team loses.
[1:42:10 PM] Aires Drake: Then, the defeated ship enters its own incubation period with the manifested shipgirl becoming very sickly.
[1:42:46 PM] Aires Drake: Players of corrupted ships may find themselves missing the gradual signs of corruption on their ships as well.
[1:44:09 PM] Aires Drake: Shipgirls are not corrupted until the port has been, whereupon they become Abyssal versions of themselves.
[1:46:26 PM] Aires Drake: An entire port becomes corrupted only by having 50% or more of the present ships being corrupted/Abyssal-tainted at which point, the inactive ships (the ones rarely used) begin showing signs of corruption. Non-corrupted shipgirls may feel uneasy or awkward when they are in port.
[1:49:03 PM] Jimbo Brobo.: Naturally, there's gonna be a lot of Emdens as Abyssals
[1:49:54 PM] Aires Drake: Once the port is corrupted, well, the player/owner/admiral of that port is the next target of the corruption which involves the Abyssalized shipgirls coming out en-masse to 'recruit' their owner and commander. Depending on the player and his/her lifestyle, the Abyssals may then lay low for several days or even weeks. The more violent and unhappy the player's lifestyle is, the more likely the Abyssals are to act. They will not abide by the world torturing their Admiral any further. The world...it must be made to suffer back.
[1:50:18 PM] Aires Drake: Is that a good-enough frame for world-building right now?
[1:50:31 PM] Jimbo Brobo.: Lovecraftian
[1:50:40 PM] Aires Drake: A little bit.
[1:51:06 PM] Aires Drake: I like the idea of Abyssal ships really do care about their players still though.
[1:54:03 PM] Breakaway25: reads Drake's abyssal explination
[1:54:10 PM] Breakaway25: welp, I need to go find the brain bleach
[1:54:45 PM] Aires Drake: I'm fairly good at devising nightmare-material, I think. Did this confirm that?
["I Can Never Unsee This" image posted by Breakaway]
[1:55:32 PM] Aires Drake: Sorry.
[1:56:49 PM] Aires Drake: I'm the type of person who devises the worst-possible nightmares when depressed so my dreams and hopes have a worthy challenge to overcome in a meta-sort-of-manner.
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I got twelve Abyssals after me now... Mainly US ships.
Would be fifteen if I hadn't rebought the Cleveland, Erie, and Murmansk(consider it the Omaha D hull).
I guess rebuying them can purified them maybe?
Fuck... What happen if you free XP your way past a ship like I did with the Colorado? I never bought her, was playing on doing it after they add more ships.
And I'm in the Army.... Fuck my Abyssals are doing to drag me in as soon as they all show up.
Would be fifteen if I hadn't rebought the Cleveland, Erie, and Murmansk(consider it the Omaha D hull).
I guess rebuying them can purified them maybe?
Fuck... What happen if you free XP your way past a ship like I did with the Colorado? I never bought her, was playing on doing it after they add more ships.
And I'm in the Army.... Fuck my Abyssals are doing to drag me in as soon as they all show up.
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Maybe drop a line about it in story?
Reminds me of little snip by Jabberwocky
Breakaway25
All hail the Mighty Tomcat
- Location
- Stuck on the Quarterdeck
There is a reason why I rebought my Erie.
Jaberwocky ADM
HEATSINKS
- Location
- Hyden Kentucky
Never thought i'd see that snip dredged up.
*pride intensifies*
*pride intensifies*
UNDER REVISION AS OF 2015-01-28
I should do that. I'll try to do that in the next bit I do. I need to play a few matches for 'inspiration' first.
So, in summary, no mod slots for Abyssals, but they can get captain skills if they're NOT from corrupted ships. Corrupted ships get EVERYTHING THEY HAVE. Make sense?
If that sense is horrifying, you're not alone in feeling it. I do too.
Maybe drop a line about it in story?
Reminds me of little snip by Jabberwocky
I should do that. I'll try to do that in the next bit I do. I need to play a few matches for 'inspiration' first.
Good, I'm glad to see that kind of reaction. It's not the typical players' reaction though. Most players wouldn't give it a second thought before scrapping it to make room for new ships. I certainly didn't think about something like all of this being possible when I began playing World of Warships.
[3:02:38 PM] Interested Party: Thought I might've gotten that wrong... Meant to ask, but shrug
[3:04:29 PM | Edited 3:04:47 PM] Interested Party: So basically, when a shipgirl is normal nice, healthy relationships ensue. When they go Abyssal, they go yandere for their Admiral.
[3:05:12 PM] Interested Party: What happens if you buy back a ship you previously sold?
[3:06:37 PM] Breakaway25: MAGIC
[3:08:44 PM] Breakaway25: congratulations Drake, I am now hesitating about whether or not to sell ships, and thinking about how many I can re-buy
[3:09:33 PM] Breakaway25: I don't think the sold ships as Abyssal thing works that well. You have to sell some ships, otherwise you run out of port slots
[3:09:43 PM] Interested Party: >MAGIC
But what does the magic do?
[3:10:42 PM] Interested Party: >I don't think the sold ships as Abyssal thing works that well. You have to sell some ships, otherwise you run out of port slots
How many port slots would be necessary to get every ship and never sell a one?
[3:12:31 PM] Breakaway25: more than 70
[3:12:33 PM] Breakaway25: at least
[3:13:44 PM] Breakaway25: actually, more like 90
[3:40:09 PM] Aires Drake:
[3:41:38 PM] Aires Drake:
[3:42:48 PM] Breakaway25: I need to rebuy her, I love that ship, but I needed the funds for Mahan
[3:43:26 PM] Aires Drake: Iffffff you did it after the Abyssals start showing up, then congratulations! You now have a pair of twins with the classic evil-good split chasing after you!
[3:44:01 PM] Aires Drake:
[3:44:19 PM] Breakaway25: leaves room for plot purposes
[3:44:20 PM] Interested Party:
[3:44:56 PM | Edited 3:45:01 PM] Breakaway25: problem with that is, we're going to have a whole lot more Abyssals than girls
[3:45:16 PM] Breakaway25: Average player gets what? 8 port slots?
[3:45:20 PM] Breakaway25: maybe 10
[3:45:30 PM] Aires Drake: Why yes we will.
[3:45:35 PM] Breakaway25: there are about 100 ships in the game
[3:46:24 PM] Breakaway25: so, on average, a tier X player will have at least 60 abyssals to his name
[3:46:56 PM | Edited 3:47:10 PM] Interested Party: And Tier X ships that outperform any one of the ship's below too, to be fair.
[3:47:11 PM] Aires Drake: Sounds about right, although they'll...exactly what IP just said.
[3:47:24 PM] Aires Drake: Generally at least.
[3:47:40 PM] Aires Drake: Especially with the upgrade mod slots.
[3:53:10 PM] Interested Party: But yeah, that's true, Abyssal Kongōs just got a lot less impressive, they're all stock.
[3:53:22 PM] Aires Drake: Oh no
[3:53:35 PM | Edited 3:53:43 PM] Aires Drake: They get the normal research stuff.
[3:54:01 PM] Interested Party: Uh...huh. is confused
[3:54:01 PM] Aires Drake: If you spent XP and credits on it, then they get access to that.
[3:54:15 PM] Aires Drake: So, Hull, engines, Fire Control, and guns.
[3:54:42 PM] Aires Drake: So, my old Kongou would have Hull C, upgraded engines and fire control.
[3:54:59 PM] Interested Party: Okay, I think I get it now. Mostly.
[3:55:33 PM | Edited 3:55:39 PM] Aires Drake: Whereas my Karlsruhe and Dresden would have no fire control upgrade because I deliberately skipped those steps to get through them faster.
[3:57:06 PM] Aires Drake: No mod upgrades like the ones up for my Hatsuharu.
[3:57:53 PM] Aires Drake: So, no reduced fire or flooding chance, no steering gear mods, no propulsion mods, no concealment mods, etc.
[3:58:43 PM] Interested Party: And the captains... I imagine Abyssals generally won't be having captain skill bonuses either, huh?
[3:59:05 PM] Aires Drake: Depends on if you dismissed the captain or not!
[3:59:26 PM] Interested Party: Since the only captains I have ever dismissed had, at tops, maybe a single skill or so.
[4:00:59 PM] Interested Party: It's usually easier just to retrain the captain onto the new ship. So I imagine my style there is far from unusual.
[4:02:42 PM] Aires Drake: Depends, I sometimes have a really-trained captain whose skills are no longer useful for a new ship (Omaha going to Cleveland) for example).
[3:04:29 PM | Edited 3:04:47 PM] Interested Party: So basically, when a shipgirl is normal nice, healthy relationships ensue. When they go Abyssal, they go yandere for their Admiral.
[3:05:12 PM] Interested Party: What happens if you buy back a ship you previously sold?
[3:06:37 PM] Breakaway25: MAGIC
[3:08:44 PM] Breakaway25: congratulations Drake, I am now hesitating about whether or not to sell ships, and thinking about how many I can re-buy
[3:09:33 PM] Breakaway25: I don't think the sold ships as Abyssal thing works that well. You have to sell some ships, otherwise you run out of port slots
[3:09:43 PM] Interested Party: >MAGIC
But what does the magic do?
[3:10:42 PM] Interested Party: >I don't think the sold ships as Abyssal thing works that well. You have to sell some ships, otherwise you run out of port slots
How many port slots would be necessary to get every ship and never sell a one?
[3:12:31 PM] Breakaway25: more than 70
[3:12:33 PM] Breakaway25: at least
[3:13:44 PM] Breakaway25: actually, more like 90
[3:40:09 PM] Aires Drake:
Why do you think I ended up buying back my Furutaka?
[3:41:38 PM] Aires Drake:
That's kind of the point. The average player wouldn't think or worry over doing such a simple thing as selling a ship or make room for their successor unless they particularly enjoy that ship.
[3:42:33 PM] Aires Drake: If you did it before everything happened, then nothing bad.
[3:42:48 PM] Breakaway25: I need to rebuy her, I love that ship, but I needed the funds for Mahan
[3:43:26 PM] Aires Drake: Iffffff you did it after the Abyssals start showing up, then congratulations! You now have a pair of twins with the classic evil-good split chasing after you!
[3:44:01 PM] Aires Drake:
Main takeaway there though.
[3:44:19 PM] Breakaway25: leaves room for plot purposes
[3:44:20 PM] Interested Party:
That'll be fun for people to deal with. Is it permanent?
[3:44:56 PM | Edited 3:45:01 PM] Breakaway25: problem with that is, we're going to have a whole lot more Abyssals than girls
[3:45:16 PM] Breakaway25: Average player gets what? 8 port slots?
[3:45:20 PM] Breakaway25: maybe 10
[3:45:30 PM] Aires Drake: Why yes we will.
[3:45:35 PM] Breakaway25: there are about 100 ships in the game
[3:46:24 PM] Breakaway25: so, on average, a tier X player will have at least 60 abyssals to his name
[3:46:56 PM | Edited 3:47:10 PM] Interested Party: And Tier X ships that outperform any one of the ship's below too, to be fair.
[3:47:11 PM] Aires Drake: Sounds about right, although they'll...exactly what IP just said.
[3:47:24 PM] Aires Drake: Generally at least.
[3:47:40 PM] Aires Drake: Especially with the upgrade mod slots.
[3:53:10 PM] Interested Party: But yeah, that's true, Abyssal Kongōs just got a lot less impressive, they're all stock.
[3:53:22 PM] Aires Drake: Oh no
[3:53:35 PM | Edited 3:53:43 PM] Aires Drake: They get the normal research stuff.
[3:54:01 PM] Interested Party: Uh...huh. is confused
[3:54:01 PM] Aires Drake: If you spent XP and credits on it, then they get access to that.
[3:54:15 PM] Aires Drake: So, Hull, engines, Fire Control, and guns.
[3:54:42 PM] Aires Drake: So, my old Kongou would have Hull C, upgraded engines and fire control.
[3:54:59 PM] Interested Party: Okay, I think I get it now. Mostly.
[3:55:33 PM | Edited 3:55:39 PM] Aires Drake: Whereas my Karlsruhe and Dresden would have no fire control upgrade because I deliberately skipped those steps to get through them faster.
[3:57:06 PM] Aires Drake: No mod upgrades like the ones up for my Hatsuharu.
[3:57:53 PM] Aires Drake: So, no reduced fire or flooding chance, no steering gear mods, no propulsion mods, no concealment mods, etc.
[3:58:43 PM] Interested Party: And the captains... I imagine Abyssals generally won't be having captain skill bonuses either, huh?
[3:59:05 PM] Aires Drake: Depends on if you dismissed the captain or not!
[3:59:26 PM] Interested Party: Since the only captains I have ever dismissed had, at tops, maybe a single skill or so.
[4:00:59 PM] Interested Party: It's usually easier just to retrain the captain onto the new ship. So I imagine my style there is far from unusual.
[4:02:42 PM] Aires Drake: Depends, I sometimes have a really-trained captain whose skills are no longer useful for a new ship (Omaha going to Cleveland) for example).
So, in summary, no mod slots for Abyssals, but they can get captain skills if they're NOT from corrupted ships. Corrupted ships get EVERYTHING THEY HAVE. Make sense?
If that sense is horrifying, you're not alone in feeling it. I do too.
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Jaberwocky ADM
HEATSINKS
- Location
- Hyden Kentucky
Soooo can they be reasoned with and or wooed?
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Well, it depends.
Inside the world of the game, no. If it's a corrupted player, then somewhat reasoned with, but not a chance of wooing. If it's an Abyssal coming out of the game and you are her Admiral, then reasoning with her is impossible. Wooing her...is not outright impossible, but she's going to be focused on literally seducing you onto the side of the Abyssals. In that case, you're going to be corrupted and twisted for their cause.
Sadly, Abyssals won't be this cute. Well, not very often at least.I'm sure that they can be wo-ed.
Jaberwocky ADM
HEATSINKS
- Location
- Hyden Kentucky
Good thing almost all my current ships are superior in some form or fashion (except Furutaka which will be remedied). So basically don't bother trying to be nice, just kill them as they come?