User blog comment:WolfgangBSC/The Random Chat Room/@comment-10905876-20160224015650

OOC: Grand post of destruction! Da end be at hand hommie! Long post inbound btw.

IC:

-Bridge of tha Nassau-

-In German - Officer: "Kapitan we is exitin tha river n' enterin tha Uptown Sea."

Gruber: "Good, prepare ta brang her up ta full speed."

Officer: "Jawohl Kapitan."

Gruber took up in tha scene, his ship, tha Nassau, was finally back ta sea. Dat shiznit was a joyous occasion, dat schmoooove muthafucka hadn't been headed up fo' a long-a** voyage fo' some time, n' dat shiznit was phat ta be back yo. Dude took up in a thugged-out deep breath, soon tha smell of land would be gone, replaced only by tha smell of tha sea n' tha shizzle her muthaf*kin a**.

-Forecastle deck-

-In Gangsta-

Carter: "Looks like we comin outta tha river n' sh*t. Everyone stand ready."

Dude pulls up a tha detonators, n' presses tha straight-up original gangsta one. Deep up in tha bowelz of tha ship, nuff muthaf*kin explosions reverberate all up in tha hull as tha steerin gear is fucked wit fo' realz. A few minor compartments flood, n' all but one of tha ruddaz is made useless. On tha bridge, tha shock of tha blast is immediately noticed:

-In German-

Gruber: "What was that, b*atch? Report!"

Officer: "I do not know Herr Kapitan."

Other fool: "Kapitan, our crazy a**es have floodin up in -flooded compartments-."

Gruber: "Go ta emergency stations, sound yellow alert yo. Hard ta port, there be a a island dead ahead."

Helmsman: "B*tch won't answer tha helm Kapitan!"

Gruber: "Reverse port engines, n' try ta git her ta turn!"

Da shizzle careens towardz tha island, engines still increasin speed as tha shizzle barrels forward. Y'all KNOW dat sh+t, muthaf*ka! Da one operationizzle rudder begins ta move tha ship, though it aint enough ta steer her clear. Sh*iit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthaf*ckin ass. Suddenly, a big-a** jolt runs all up in tha ship, n' a horrifyin scrapin n' tearin sound is heard. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthaf*cka! Da shizzle begins ta list ta starboard, n' alarms rang on tha bridge. Da shizzle continues forward though, obviously not aground yet.

-Bridge-

Gruber: "Damage report son! Now!"

Officer: "Still comin up in Kapitan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy b*atch. Looks like our crazy a*ses hit a rock outcropping, our crazy a••es have moderate floodin yo, but we won't sink."

Gruber: "All stop engines. Damage control crews ta tha steerin gear rooms muthaf*ka! Git our ruddaz operable again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Damn, dis will put our a**es back up in drydock fo' months!"

-Forecastle deck-

-English-

Carter: "Whoa, we must have hit something."

Dawson: "But we aint stopped yet, we must have hit a outcroppin of rock. Letz not detonate yet."

Carter: "F*** dat shit, dis is ghon be perfect, itz shallow enough dat there is hope of salvagin tha shizzle yo, but deep enough ta make thangs difficult."

Dude hits tha second detonator, settin off tha scuttlin charges n' bustin a signal ta hamburg. Deep inside tha ship, tha charges blast big-@ss holez up in tha bottom of tha ship, addin ta tha already substantial flooding. Da shizzle shuddaz from tha detonations, n' tha bow starts ta dip downwardz as compartments flood wit gin n juice n' sh***t. Da engine room n' other sections also flood, n' pimps up in dem compartments scramble towardz hatches ta escape tha inrush of water.

Da OSA agents head towardz a cold-a*s lil container wit a motorized inflatable boat locked n loaded ta be deployed. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthaf*cka! They prepare tha raft, drop it up in tha water, n' climb down up in ta dat sh*t. Once all four is aboard, they fire up tha engine, n' motor away at high speed.

-Bridge-

-In German-

Officer: "Kapitan! Kapitan! Major floodin across tha ship!"

Gruber: "What?! How tha f**k can dat be b*aaaatch! Us dudes didn't hit anything."

Officer: "Sir, it appears dat tha scuttlin charges went off. Kapitan, tha shizzle is sinking."

Gruber: "How tha f*ck dare you, nahmean biii*tch, bi*tch? Yo a** dare accuse me of tryin ta sink mah own ship! GET OUT! NOW!"

Officer: "Herr Kapitan, I did not say dis sh*t. Right back up in yo muthaf*ckin ass. Sir!..."

Gruber lunges all up in tha fool, clawin at his cold-a** throat n' tryin ta strangle his muthafuckin a*s. Da fool manages ta git clear yo, but tha enraged captain bigs up him, drawin his Luger up in tha process.

Lower up in tha superstructure, a panicked Hans Schultz runs aimlessly bout tha lower partz of tha bridge tower n' shiznit yo. Dude eventually blundaz his way ta tha bridge, just as tha captain is losin it yo. Dude stumblez outta tha way, trippin over some pice of gear, n' landin on a cold-a** lil control console fo' realz. As da ruffneck do, da perved-out muthafucka sets off tha abandon shizzle alarm, initiatin tha evacuation of tha ship. Da alarm also brangs captain Gruber ta his senses, n' da perved-out muthafucka stops chasin tha fool yo. Dude turns ta his bangin radio fool:

Gruber: "Send a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distress signal, tell dem we is sinkin n' need immediate assistance."

Radio fool: "Jawohl Kapitan."

Da shizzle is now pimpin a severe list, n' tha bow is gettin low up in tha gin n juice n' sh*t. Men is tryin ta git off yo, but there is hang-up up in deployin tha inflatable rafts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Many of tha pimps have jumped up in tha gin n juice yo, but is havin hang-up stayin afloat cuz of tha suction of tha sinkin ship. Near tha bridge, Schultz has gotten down ta tha forecastle deck, n' is bumblin his way towardz tha side, at a cold-*ss lil complete loss of what tha fuck ta do fo' realz. As his thugged-out lil' punk-a^* blundaz along, he runs up in ta a rack of inflatable rafts, bustin dozenz of dem tumblin up in ta tha sea where they inflate. Many of tha pimps up in tha wata swim towardz tha rafts, n' climb inside. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Schultz then loses his balance, n' pulls down a thugged-out dozen mo' rafts as he falls over tha side of tha ship.

Da Nassau is quickly settlin up in tha water, wit tha bow almost submerged. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthaf***ka! Then, another explosion, as a cold-a** lil charge goes off late. Da bow plunges below tha surface, n' a inrush of wata pours up in all up in open hatches. Da bow then buries itself up in tha bottom of tha seabed, providin some stabilitizzle fo' tha sinkin ship. Over tha next half hour, tha stern settles, leavin tha superstructure juttin above tha wata like a strange steel island. Y'all KNOW dat sh*t, muthaf*************!

Rescue craft arrive, n' a big-a***s cementage of tha crew is saved, wit most of tha casualtizzles resultin from tha initial impact n' flooding. Many of tha bridge crew reprazent ta Schultz as givin tha order ta abandon shizzle while tha captain was unable to, n' also credit his ass fo' heroically throwin game rafts up in ta tha gin n juice n' shit. Kapitan Zur See Gruber however, is nowhere ta be found until a raft nears tha bridge. There, Gruber is found up in a state of shock, murmurin "Mein schiff" over n' over up in a mournin tone.

-Hamburg-

It be a aiiight dizzle all up in tha Blohm n' Voss shipyardz fo' realz. Afta tha excitement of tha Nassau departing, thangs have moonwalked back ta a aiiight dizzle of work. Then, tha dizzle is shattered by a seriez of explosions across tha yard. Y'all KNOW dat sh+t, muthaf****ckaz!

At three slipways, explosions rip tha concrete ramps apart, leavin jagged protrusions stickin up. Then, tha ships on dem start ta slide downward as tha blocks hidin dem up in place also explode. Da ships hit tha jagged concrete, n' is torn open wit big-a** gashes up in they hulls. They then enta tha water, n' begin ta sink. With bulkheadz installed, tha floodin slows, however a lack of watertight doors means dat tha ships still slowly sink.

At Gravin Dock 13, tha nearly completed Scharnhorst has had her sides blown open. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy b*****ch. Then, tha doorz of tha dock is blown open, n' a massive torrent of wata n' debris floodz up in ta tha dock. Piecez of tha doors slam up in ta tha battlecruiserz hull, n' tha holez is widened by tha rush of wata n' debris. Construction of other ships is also set back, n' overall chaos engulfs tha shipyard....

-Uptown Sea-

A lone German inflatable boat motors along at high speed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Soon it stops, n' a signal is broadcast fo' realz. A few minuets later, tha submarine IKN Dallas surfaces, n' tha four OSA operatives board tha sub fo' a trip home....

OOC: n' our crazy a*ses have our grand finale b*aaatch!

Uhh, what did I just post.....