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Psychfilm
02-21-2007, 11:31 AM
~ A stinky sock fighting a dirty war with no regard for those around him in a new brand new boat.

Taken from the personal War Diary (Kriegstagebuch) of Captain J. Smitlack.

Extended Shore Leave
23 August 1941 1 December 1941

It has been a hard few months. Shortly after our last patrol in U-123 I sank into a deep depression over the loss of my one worldly possession my deck chair sent to the bottom by the unmerciful sock that has become the bane of my existence. At the same time the events of the last few months have cemented the idea that I can no longer deny; our destinies are intertwined.

After my bath I went on the bender to end all benders. I woke up in bed several days later spooning with Raeder. I barely had enough time to try to recall what I had been drinking when Raeder's eyes fluttered open. One look at the tattoo on my chest of the two heavily muscled U-boat men locked in a manly embrace and the banner reading, "U-boat Men Blow Ballast!" and Raeder began screaming and did not stop for five days.

After they took Raeder away I was summoned away by one of my crew. Apparently Socko was provisioning the boat for another patrol. He had ripped out what he called all the non-essentials. The beds, radio, galley and anything else he classified as dead weight. He had then loaded the boat with every torpedo or flak gun round he could find.

I reached the Dock as Socko, behind the flak gun, fires a burst into the band that had gathered on the pier to play a tribute to the departing boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/3.jpg

He smiles cruelly as he annihilates the helpless band members. Socko leans way out from the gun and in a slurry voice says,

"Who...who doesn't take requests?! Who doesn't know little brown jug?! I mean come on!" Socko then proceeds to throw up all over himself and the assistant gunner standing next to him. Then he blames the gunner for throwing up and shows what a flak gun can do to a person at close range. The screaming crowd of people on the dock is covered in the viscera. Socko belches.

The crew and I exchange a glance that speaks of regret that Socko has overindulged in the U-boat specials and now has a serious Mean-On. Socko orders the boat flank ahead as he fires another burst into the crowd. The chief and I run along the shore trying to keep up with the mad Sock as he pulls out into the harbor. Nothing is safe be it another U-boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/12.jpg

Or even the Seagulls circling overhead.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/17.jpg

Socko runs back and forth from the deck gun to the flak gun leaving nothing but death and destruction in his wake. Socko targets a ship in the harbor and fires. The crew, many just waking up to find death itself perched on the end of their rack, try in vain to get out of the insane sock's path.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/18.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/19.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/20.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/21.jpg

A sailor is tossed into the air from the deck gun round exploding. He rag dolls as he tumbles high into the morning sky before falling into the water dead and probably better off. Socko's single brass button eye glints in the sunshine as he cackles out abuse from the foul cotton sewer of a mouth.

"I'd rate that last one a 9.5 the triple summersault with a full twist was a nice capper to an already difficult routine."

Socko puts a burst of flak gunfire into the body. The carnage continues unabated. Everyone is in too much shock to do anything but point and stare. Socko is the only one who acts maybe the only one who can amidst the insanity. Socko rounds the dock and spots a tanker at anchor. While still running at Flank Speed Socko puts a few deck gun rounds into the helpless ship as a fire breaks out on deck.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/31.jpg

The crew of the tanker try to fight the fire like the valiant sailors they are. Socko cuts them down without mercy only pausing to laugh or take a sip of his coconut drink, with umbrella as Lorient burns.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/37.jpg

Socko circles the harbor throwing all his hate at the world.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/42.jpg

Nothing escapes his anger.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/44.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/48.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/50.jpg

The barrel of the flak gun glows white-hot and the deck gun continues to fire as Socko continues his rampage through Lorient Harbor. It is then that he clamps his brass button eye on an incoming U-boat. The Chief and I shout until we can shout no more but it is too late. The unsuspecting boat does not even see Socko behind the gun until after the first barrage. Socko catches them completely unaware.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/59.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/66.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/69.jpg

Socko is reloading when the Luftwaffe shows up. 2 B-109's swarm over the boat rocking it with gunfire as a greeting. Socko curses and sends back a greeting of his own, the planes continue to circle but give the Sock a wide berth.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/71.jpg

Socko turns his attention back to the other U-boat. "There can be only one!" the sock trumpets as he slides up beside.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/73.jpg

Without warning, or thought or even common sense Socko turns U-123 on a collision course with the U-boat not once taking his cotton finger of the trigger.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/75.jpg

The two boats collide with the now familiar sound of rending metal. U-123 rises up out of the water and over the other boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/79.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/80.jpg

An explosion rips the other boat wide open. It quickly fills with seawater and slips below the water.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/89.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/91.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/93.jpg

Socko cheers over the screams from shore.

Socko turns back towards the docks. The Chief and I reverse our course and sprint back towards the docks. As the boat pulls up something goes horribly wrong down below. The boat seems to lift out of the water and breaks in half a split second later an explosion obliterates the boat, the dock and half the port. The Chief and I are knocked off our feet by the blast as a wall of fire flashes over us. I come to with a loud ringing in my ears. I head for what was once the port of Lorient and can only stare in horror as Socko, his cotton body riddled with smoking holes, pulls himself onto the beach the salt water dripping off his single brass button eye as the fire from the carnage crackle with an low level roar. He looks up and smiles.

"Did you see that!?" I mumble something about all of France seeing that. It might have been the concussion, the loss of blood or the fact that my brain could no longer cope with the situation but the blackness rose up and I welcomed it.

I wake up in Whispering Pines a type of resort for the very very nervous. I spend the next few days painting, playing chess and eating apple sauce. I am told, when the doctors think I can take it, that Socko was taken away for an audience with Hitler. Adolph wanted to meet the sock that was responsible for the destruction of Lorient and two full U-boat crews in less than an hour. I figure that will be the last time I ever see Socko. If only that were true.

A few days later the door to my room explodes and silhouetted against the harsh white light is a shape I know all too well. Two feet high with a scowl on his cotton mug Socko steps into the room wearing the uniform of a Grand Admiral.

"Get off your pity pot Nancy we have a war to fight." I know it is futile to protest and gather up my uniform. On the train to our next assignment Socko fills me in on his meeting with Hitler.

He says with a smirk that Hitler came in acting all big and bad screaming and swearing in German and five minutes later left the room crying like a little girl. All the little cotton sock would say was that he bit Hitler somewhere...HARD. Socko was promoted to Grand Admiral as Raeder has apparently taken a leave of absence.

The train stops off in Germany just long enough for Socko to grab a bucket of Colonel Klink's Berlin Fried Chicken. Germany's answer to an obscure restaurant in Kentucky of all places. Colonel Klink's secret recipe of one herb and two spices (one of which I'm pretty sure is sand) seems to be Socko's latest addiction. He eats the entire bucket with great relish as he details our next assignment.

We are going to La Spezia assigned to the 29th flotilla. La Spezia? Nobody every goes to La Spezia when I express this to Socko he merely nods and smiles cruelly with his grease soaked mouth.

"They'll never see us coming Nancy." Is all he says until later when he coughs up a chicken bone.

We are to take command of a Type VIIB U-101. Socko has been studying the boats of the fleet and claims that he VIIB is the most successful. I think he just misses U-1 but would never express this to him. I am also told that I have been demoted to fifth officer. There are only two officers on board other than the Grand Admiral and myself but Socko tells me I should be happy to get to go along at all after crying over my deck chair and using all my sick time at once. The mention of my chair stirs a deep sadness in me but everyone has lost so much and that allows me to push it away.

We arrive in La Spezia and unpack. The next morning I head down to the boat and see Socko is already up. He is loading the boat with bag after bag of cotton balls a folder marked top secret beside him.

I ask him if this is some kind of joke. He merely nods grimly to the folder and mutters,

"For this one Sonny Jim we're going to need all the balls we can get."

http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif

Thanks for reading. I've been on a bit of a creative break while I updated my system and got used to GW. I cannot wait for Silent Hunter IV. Hope everyone is well. Keep Hunting.

Psychfilm
02-21-2007, 11:31 AM
~ A stinky sock fighting a dirty war with no regard for those around him in a new brand new boat.

Taken from the personal War Diary (Kriegstagebuch) of Captain J. Smitlack.

Extended Shore Leave
23 August 1941 1 December 1941

It has been a hard few months. Shortly after our last patrol in U-123 I sank into a deep depression over the loss of my one worldly possession my deck chair sent to the bottom by the unmerciful sock that has become the bane of my existence. At the same time the events of the last few months have cemented the idea that I can no longer deny; our destinies are intertwined.

After my bath I went on the bender to end all benders. I woke up in bed several days later spooning with Raeder. I barely had enough time to try to recall what I had been drinking when Raeder's eyes fluttered open. One look at the tattoo on my chest of the two heavily muscled U-boat men locked in a manly embrace and the banner reading, "U-boat Men Blow Ballast!" and Raeder began screaming and did not stop for five days.

After they took Raeder away I was summoned away by one of my crew. Apparently Socko was provisioning the boat for another patrol. He had ripped out what he called all the non-essentials. The beds, radio, galley and anything else he classified as dead weight. He had then loaded the boat with every torpedo or flak gun round he could find.

I reached the Dock as Socko, behind the flak gun, fires a burst into the band that had gathered on the pier to play a tribute to the departing boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/3.jpg

He smiles cruelly as he annihilates the helpless band members. Socko leans way out from the gun and in a slurry voice says,

"Who...who doesn't take requests?! Who doesn't know little brown jug?! I mean come on!" Socko then proceeds to throw up all over himself and the assistant gunner standing next to him. Then he blames the gunner for throwing up and shows what a flak gun can do to a person at close range. The screaming crowd of people on the dock is covered in the viscera. Socko belches.

The crew and I exchange a glance that speaks of regret that Socko has overindulged in the U-boat specials and now has a serious Mean-On. Socko orders the boat flank ahead as he fires another burst into the crowd. The chief and I run along the shore trying to keep up with the mad Sock as he pulls out into the harbor. Nothing is safe be it another U-boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/12.jpg

Or even the Seagulls circling overhead.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/17.jpg

Socko runs back and forth from the deck gun to the flak gun leaving nothing but death and destruction in his wake. Socko targets a ship in the harbor and fires. The crew, many just waking up to find death itself perched on the end of their rack, try in vain to get out of the insane sock's path.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/18.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/19.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/20.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/21.jpg

A sailor is tossed into the air from the deck gun round exploding. He rag dolls as he tumbles high into the morning sky before falling into the water dead and probably better off. Socko's single brass button eye glints in the sunshine as he cackles out abuse from the foul cotton sewer of a mouth.

"I'd rate that last one a 9.5 the triple summersault with a full twist was a nice capper to an already difficult routine."

Socko puts a burst of flak gunfire into the body. The carnage continues unabated. Everyone is in too much shock to do anything but point and stare. Socko is the only one who acts maybe the only one who can amidst the insanity. Socko rounds the dock and spots a tanker at anchor. While still running at Flank Speed Socko puts a few deck gun rounds into the helpless ship as a fire breaks out on deck.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/31.jpg

The crew of the tanker try to fight the fire like the valiant sailors they are. Socko cuts them down without mercy only pausing to laugh or take a sip of his coconut drink, with umbrella as Lorient burns.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/37.jpg

Socko circles the harbor throwing all his hate at the world.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/42.jpg

Nothing escapes his anger.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/44.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/48.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/50.jpg

The barrel of the flak gun glows white-hot and the deck gun continues to fire as Socko continues his rampage through Lorient Harbor. It is then that he clamps his brass button eye on an incoming U-boat. The Chief and I shout until we can shout no more but it is too late. The unsuspecting boat does not even see Socko behind the gun until after the first barrage. Socko catches them completely unaware.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/59.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/66.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/69.jpg

Socko is reloading when the Luftwaffe shows up. 2 B-109's swarm over the boat rocking it with gunfire as a greeting. Socko curses and sends back a greeting of his own, the planes continue to circle but give the Sock a wide berth.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/71.jpg

Socko turns his attention back to the other U-boat. "There can be only one!" the sock trumpets as he slides up beside.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/73.jpg

Without warning, or thought or even common sense Socko turns U-123 on a collision course with the U-boat not once taking his cotton finger of the trigger.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/75.jpg

The two boats collide with the now familiar sound of rending metal. U-123 rises up out of the water and over the other boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/79.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/80.jpg

An explosion rips the other boat wide open. It quickly fills with seawater and slips below the water.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/89.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/91.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%202/93.jpg

Socko cheers over the screams from shore.

Socko turns back towards the docks. The Chief and I reverse our course and sprint back towards the docks. As the boat pulls up something goes horribly wrong down below. The boat seems to lift out of the water and breaks in half a split second later an explosion obliterates the boat, the dock and half the port. The Chief and I are knocked off our feet by the blast as a wall of fire flashes over us. I come to with a loud ringing in my ears. I head for what was once the port of Lorient and can only stare in horror as Socko, his cotton body riddled with smoking holes, pulls himself onto the beach the salt water dripping off his single brass button eye as the fire from the carnage crackle with an low level roar. He looks up and smiles.

"Did you see that!?" I mumble something about all of France seeing that. It might have been the concussion, the loss of blood or the fact that my brain could no longer cope with the situation but the blackness rose up and I welcomed it.

I wake up in Whispering Pines a type of resort for the very very nervous. I spend the next few days painting, playing chess and eating apple sauce. I am told, when the doctors think I can take it, that Socko was taken away for an audience with Hitler. Adolph wanted to meet the sock that was responsible for the destruction of Lorient and two full U-boat crews in less than an hour. I figure that will be the last time I ever see Socko. If only that were true.

A few days later the door to my room explodes and silhouetted against the harsh white light is a shape I know all too well. Two feet high with a scowl on his cotton mug Socko steps into the room wearing the uniform of a Grand Admiral.

"Get off your pity pot Nancy we have a war to fight." I know it is futile to protest and gather up my uniform. On the train to our next assignment Socko fills me in on his meeting with Hitler.

He says with a smirk that Hitler came in acting all big and bad screaming and swearing in German and five minutes later left the room crying like a little girl. All the little cotton sock would say was that he bit Hitler somewhere...HARD. Socko was promoted to Grand Admiral as Raeder has apparently taken a leave of absence.

The train stops off in Germany just long enough for Socko to grab a bucket of Colonel Klink's Berlin Fried Chicken. Germany's answer to an obscure restaurant in Kentucky of all places. Colonel Klink's secret recipe of one herb and two spices (one of which I'm pretty sure is sand) seems to be Socko's latest addiction. He eats the entire bucket with great relish as he details our next assignment.

We are going to La Spezia assigned to the 29th flotilla. La Spezia? Nobody every goes to La Spezia when I express this to Socko he merely nods and smiles cruelly with his grease soaked mouth.

"They'll never see us coming Nancy." Is all he says until later when he coughs up a chicken bone.

We are to take command of a Type VIIB U-101. Socko has been studying the boats of the fleet and claims that he VIIB is the most successful. I think he just misses U-1 but would never express this to him. I am also told that I have been demoted to fifth officer. There are only two officers on board other than the Grand Admiral and myself but Socko tells me I should be happy to get to go along at all after crying over my deck chair and using all my sick time at once. The mention of my chair stirs a deep sadness in me but everyone has lost so much and that allows me to push it away.

We arrive in La Spezia and unpack. The next morning I head down to the boat and see Socko is already up. He is loading the boat with bag after bag of cotton balls a folder marked top secret beside him.

I ask him if this is some kind of joke. He merely nods grimly to the folder and mutters,

"For this one Sonny Jim we're going to need all the balls we can get."

http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif

Thanks for reading. I've been on a bit of a creative break while I updated my system and got used to GW. I cannot wait for Silent Hunter IV. Hope everyone is well. Keep Hunting.

Celeon999
02-21-2007, 11:48 AM
I always knew that this Sock would loose it someday http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_eek.gif


But i didnt expect that carnage http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/16x16_smiley-very-happy.gif

http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/clap.gif

WilhelmSchulz.
02-21-2007, 11:54 AM
BRAVO!!!! Just as good as ever. And I feared this would happen, with all that harbor traffic and what not. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/clap.gif

On a side note. Why did you dich the IX?

klcarroll
02-21-2007, 12:16 PM
EXCELLENT!!! .............No, beyond "excellent": ..........SUPERB!!!!!!! http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif

I laughed until I had tears in my eyes!

We need to demand a "Socko Supermod" for ShIV! (Instead of "renown", you would get "Socko Points" for doing outrageous things!) http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif

*

Psychfilm
02-21-2007, 01:04 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by WilhelmSchulz.:
BRAVO!!!! Just as good as ever. And I feared this would happen, with all that harbor traffic and what not. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/clap.gif

On a side note. Why did you dich the IX? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

When I upgraded I lost all of my earlier patrols. Faced with the idea of running some 20 plus patrols again I decided to wait and see where the story would go. This was supposed to be the start of the patrol itself with Socko heading off to bring the fight to whatever he happened across. However just before I was going to post I noticed that I had selected the wrong date for a restart, D'oh, since I had already uploaded the pics I decided to reinvent the story with Socko going nuts and destroying the boat. When I selected the correct year 1941 the only flotilla that allowed me to get close to the actual target date was the 29th Flotilla and I was stuck with what they offered me. Fear not I think Socko will be upgrading after a few patrols. Probably more info than you wanted, needed or cared to read but there you go. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/25.gif Thanks for the great responses.

WilhelmSchulz.
02-21-2007, 01:07 PM
Why didint you just start a new IX carear?

Psychfilm
02-21-2007, 01:17 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by WilhelmSchulz.:
Why didint you just start a new IX carear? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

The time line would have started me in April of either 1941 or 1942 in any other flotilla. It would have been too much of a pain to run patrols from April to August just to get caught up with the Sock Patrols cause I have to do it with the noob patrols to keep a Type II going in that series. I also thought that if I went 1942 I would miss out on a great oppourtunity when the American's join the war. So on that side of it that was more of a creative choice than anything else.

WilhelmSchulz.
02-21-2007, 04:21 PM
And I was looking foward to that(patrol off the US Coast).

Realjambo
02-22-2007, 12:02 AM
http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif Your excellent high standard remains intact Psychfilm http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/25.gif