Oy. Gather 'round and rest your dregs of water on the table. A story of survival is abound portside, aye.
When I was merely a floor scrub, not even worthy to step one toe into the cockpit, me captain assigned me with the sub. Before I knew me fleet were even lower than trash at piloting their own vessels, I felt to be the weak link. And maybe I was a weak link, but when a chain does not exist, ye wouldn't know it.
Me whole team managed to take out a single enemy sub before they succumbed to the cruel sea and her minions.
I was alone. But ye can't just run; me crew would have me head. I can't just defect; me crew would have me head. I was forced into a counter-offensive. Sure enough, the remaining fleet of 3 were mere treats for me torpedoes, one after one. A close spar with the last one had me victor, but not with me sub at poor condition.
When I could realize that I was still alive, I was said to have led a counter-offensive that fell three subs. Alone.
Tl;dr: Before I purchased the game. My team sucked, all died trying to rush, but they all took out one enemy sub. I killed 3 subs. By myself. One bed. One pillow. One pillowcase.
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