/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I bought a vita just for Kancolle

>>12732887
what am I looking at here?

SOON

>>12732964
Is the vita game going to play the same as the pc version?

Is Akitsumaru necessary for E-3 or can I bulldoze my way through with battleships?

>>12732969
It's a rocket barrage module, anon. FOr when you want to rain death upon innocent people.

>>12733332
I wonder if it's going to be for support expedition fleets.

>>12733319

Bulldoze through with as many K2 CLTs as you can muster in your second fleet and just refresh if you go F-E.

I got it in 7 runs.

Are there any fangames of Kancolle? I kinda like the characters but the game is just a RNG so it's barely a game — no skill involved. Fangames however, could be another story

>>12733523
Kancolle isn't even a game. All you do is click a couple times and then you have to wait another day just to click some more.

Should I play this? Can you play it on your phone?

>>12733533
You can but you'll be banned.

>>12733539
Forget it then.

>>12733523
nope. i think devs explicitly don't allow kancolle fangames, unfortuntely

This should have been the pic for OP, I'm disappointed at you all.

I will post this here every time until you love it.

>>12733750
Hello Harunafag how are you?

On April 1st, 1924, I began to serve my sentence of detention in the Fortress of Landsberg am Lech, following the verdict of the Munich People’s Court of that time.

After years of uninterrupted labour it was now possible for the first time to begin a work which many had asked for and which I myself felt would be profitable for the Movement. So I decided to devote two volumes to a description not only of the aims of our Movement but also of its development. There is more to be learned from this than from any purely doctrinaire treatise.

This has also given me the opportunity of describing my own development in so far as such a description is necessary to the understanding of the first as well as the second volume and to destroy the legendary fabrications which the Jewish Press have circulated about me.

In this work I turn not to strangers but to those followers of the Movement whose hearts belong to it and who wish to study it more profoundly. I know that fewer people are won over by the written word than by the spoken word and that every great movement on this earth owes its growth to great speakers and not to great writers.

Nevertheless, in order to produce more equality and uniformity in the defence of any doctrine, its fundamental principles must be committed to writing. May these two volumes therefore serve as the building stones which I contribute to the joint work.

The Fortress, Landsberg am Lech.

It has turned out fortunate for me to-day that destiny appointed Braunau-on-the-Inn to be my birthplace. For that little town is situated just on the frontier between those two States the reunion of which seems, at least to us of the younger generation, a task to which we should devote our lives and in the pursuit of which every possible means should be employed.

German-Austria must be restored to the great German Motherland. And not indeed on any grounds of economic calculation whatsoever. No, no. Even if the union were a matter of economic indifference, and even if it were to be disadvantageous from the economic standpoint, still it ought to take place. People of the same blood should be in the same Reich. The German people will have no right to engage in a colonial policy until they shall have brought all their children together in the one State. When the territory of the Reich embraces all the Germans and finds itself unable to assure them a livelihood, only then can the moral right arise, from the need of the people to acquire foreign territory. The plough is then the sword; and the tears of war will produce the daily bread for the generations to come.

And so this little frontier town appeared to me as the symbol of a great task. But in another regard also it points to a lesson that is applicable to our day. Over a hundred years ago this sequestered spot was the scene of a tragic calamity which affected the whole German nation and will be remembered for ever, at least in the annals of German history. At the time of our Fatherland’s deepest humiliation a bookseller, Johannes Palm, uncompromising nationalist and enemy of the French, was put to death here because he had the misfortune to have loved Germany well. He obstinately refused to disclose the names of his associates, or rather the principals who were chiefly responsible for the affair. Just as it happened with Leo Schlageter. The former, like the latter, was denounced to the French by a Government agent. It was a director of police from Augsburg who won an ignoble renown on that occasion and set the example which was to be copied at a later date by the neo-German officials of the Reich under Herr Severing’s regime.

In this little town on the Inn, haloed by the memory of a German martyr, a town that was Bavarian by blood but under the rule of the Austrian State, my parents were domiciled towards the end of the last century. My father was a civil servant who fulfilled his duties very conscientiously. My mother looked after the household and lovingly devoted herself to the care of her children. From that period I have not retained very much in my memory; because after a few years my father had to leave that frontier town which I had come to love so much and take up a new post farther down the Inn valley, at Passau, therefore actually in Germany itself.

Fucking finally!!! I constantly got I-168 and Hachan but no other SSs, I even got Maruyu and Whale.

In those days it was the usual lot of an Austrian civil servant to be transferred periodically from one post to another. Not long after coming to Passau my father was transferred to Linz, and while there he retired finally to live on his pension. But this did not mean that the old gentleman would now rest from his labours.

He was the son of a poor cottager, and while still a boy he grew restless and left home. When he was barely thirteen years old he buckled on his satchel and set forth from his native woodland parish. Despite the dissuasion of villagers who could speak from ‘experience,’ he went to Vienna to learn a trade there. This was in the fiftieth year of the last century. It was a sore trial, that of deciding to leave home and face the unknown, with three gulden in his pocket. By when the boy of thirteen was a lad of seventeen and had passed his apprenticeship examination as a craftsman he was not content. Quite the contrary. The persistent economic depression of that period and the constant want and misery strengthened his resolution to give up working at a trade and strive for ‘something higher.’ As a boy it had seemed to him that the position of the parish priest in his native village was the highest in the scale of human attainment; but now that the big city had enlarged his outlook the young man looked up to the dignity of a State official as the highest of all. With the tenacity of one whom misery and trouble had already made old when only half-way through his youth the young man of seventeen obstinately set out on his new project and stuck to it until he won through. He became a civil servant. He was about twenty-three years old, I think, when he succeeded in making himself what he had resolved to become. Thus he was able to fulfil the promise he had made as a poor boy not to return to his native village until he was ‘somebody.’

He had gained his end. But in the village there was nobody who had remembered him as a little boy, and the village itself had become strange to him.

Now at last, when he was fifty-six years old, he gave up his active career; but he could not bear to be idle for a single day. On the outskirts of the small market town of Lambach in Upper Austria he bought a farm and tilled it himself. Thus, at the end of a long and hard-working career, he came back to the life which his father had led.

It was at this period that I first began to have ideals of my own. I spent a good deal of time scampering about in the open, on the long road from school, and mixing up with some of the roughest of the boys, which caused my mother many anxious moments. All this tended to make me something quite the reverse of a stay-at-home. I gave scarcely any serious thought to the question of choosing a vocation in life; but I was certainly quite out of sympathy with the kind of career which my father had followed. I think that an inborn talent for speaking now began to develop and take shape during the more or less strenuous arguments which I used to have with my comrades. I had become a juvenile ringleader who learned well and easily at school but was rather difficult to manage.

In my freetime I practised singing in the choir of the monastery church at Lambach, and thus it happened that I was placed in a very favourable position to be emotionally impressed again and again by the magnificent splendour of ecclesiastical ceremonial. What could be more natural for me than to look upon the Abbot as representing the highest human ideal worth striving for, just as the position of the humble village priest had appeared to my father in his own boyhood days? At least, that was my idea for a while. But the juvenile disputes I had with my father did not lead him to appreciate his son’s oratorical gifts in such a way as to see in them a favourable promise for such a career, and so he naturally could not understand the boyish ideas I had in my head at that time. This contradiction in my character made him feel somewhat anxious.

As a matter of fact, that transitory yearning after such a vocation soon gave way to hopes that were better suited to my temperament. Browsing through my father’s books, I chanced to come across some publications that dealt with military subjects. One of these publications was a popular history of the Franco-German War of 1870–71. It consisted of two volumes of an illustrated periodical dating from those years. These became my favourite reading. In a little while that great and heroic conflict began to take first place in my mind. And from that time onwards I became more and more enthusiastic about everything that was in any way connected with war or military affairs.

>>12733989
Congrats on that Goya, but Hacchan is much rarer.

But this story of the Franco-German War had a special significance for me on other grounds also. For the first time, and as yet only in quite a vague way, the question began to present itself: Is there a difference – and if there be, what is it – between the Germans who fought that war and the other Germans? Why did not Austria also take part in it? Why did not my father and all the others fight in that struggle? Are we not the same as the other Germans? Do we not all belong together?

That was the first time that this problem began to agitate my small brain. And from the replies that were given to the questions which I asked very tentatively, I was forced to accept the fact, though with a secret envy, that not all Germans had the good luck to belong to Bismarck’s Empire. This was something that I could not understand.

It was decided that I should study. Considering my character as a whole, and especially my temperament, my father decided that the classical subjects studied at the Lyceum were not suited to my natural talents. He thought that the Realschule would suit me better. My obvious talent for drawing confirmed him in that view; for in his opinion drawing was a subject too much neglected in the Austrian Gymnasium. Probably also the memory of the hard road which he himself had travelled contributed to make him look upon classical studies as unpractical and accordingly to set little value on them. At the back of his mind he had the idea that his son also should become an official of the Government. Indeed he had decided on that career for me. The difficulties through which he had to struggle in making his own career led him to overestimate what he had achieved, because this was exclusively the result of his own indefatigable industry and energy. The characteristic pride of the self-made man urged him towards the idea that his son should follow the same calling and if possible rise to a higher position in it. Moreover, this idea was strengthened by the consideration that the results of his own life’s industry had placed him in a position to facilitate his son’s advancement in the same career.

He was simply incapable of imagining that I might reject what had meant everything in life to him. My father’s decision was simple, definite, clear and, in his eyes, it was something to be taken for granted. A man of such a nature who had become an autocrat by reason of his own hard struggle for existence, could not think of allowing ‘inexperienced’ and irresponsible young fellows to choose their own careers. To act in such a way, where the future of his own son was concerned, would have been a grave and reprehensible weakness in the exercise of parental authority and responsibility, something utterly incompatible with his characteristic sense of duty.

And yet it had to be otherwise.

For the first time in my life – I was then eleven years old – I felt myself forced into open opposition. No matter how hard and determined my father might be about putting his own plans and opinions into action, his son was no less obstinate in refusing to accept ideas on which he set little or no value.

I would not become a civil servant.

No amount of persuasion and no amount of ‘grave’ warnings could break down that opposition. I would not become a State official, not on any account. All the attempts which my father made to arouse in me a love or liking for that profession, by picturing his own career for me, had only the opposite effect. It nauseated me to think that one day I might be fettered to an office stool, that I could not dispose of my own time but would be forced to spend the whole of my life filling out forms.

One can imagine what kind of thoughts such a prospect awakened in the mind of a young fellow who was by no means what is called a ‘good boy’ in the current sense of that term. The ridiculously easy school tasks which we were given made it possible for me to spend far more time in the open air than at home. To-day, when my political opponents pry into my life with diligent scrutiny, as far back as the days of my boyhood, so as finally to be able to prove what disreputable tricks this Hitler was accustomed to in his young days, I thank heaven that I can look back to those happy days and find the memory of them helpful. The fields and the woods were then the terrain on which all disputes were fought out.

Even attendance at the Realschule could not alter my way of spending my time. But I had now another battle to fight.

So long as the paternal plan to make a State functionary contradicted my own inclinations only in the abstract, the conflict was easy to bear. I could be discreet about expressing my personal views and thus avoid constantly recurrent disputes. My own resolution not to become a Government official was sufficient for the time being to put my mind completely at rest. I held on to that resolution inexorably. But the situation became more difficult once I had a positive plan of my own which I might present to my father as a counter-suggestion. This happened when I was twelve years old. How it came about I cannot exactly say now; but one day it became clear to me that I would be a painter – I mean an artist. That I had an aptitude for drawing was an admitted fact. It was even one of the reasons why my father had sent me to the Realschule; but he had never thought of having that talent developed in such a way that I could take up painting as a professional career. Quite the contrary. When, as a result of my renewed refusal to adopt his favourite plan, my father asked me for the first time what I myself really wished to be, the resolution that I had already formed expressed itself almost automatically. For a while my father was speechless. "A painter? An artist-painter?" he exclaimed.

He wondered whether I was in a sound state of mind. He thought that he might not have caught my words rightly, or that he had misunderstood what I meant. But when I had explained my ideas to him and he saw how seriously I took them, he opposed them with that full determination which was characteristic of him. His decision was exceedingly simple and could not be deflected from its course by any consideration of what my own natural qualifications really were.

>>12732964
It looks like it's just going to be a port with some minor stuff added (wow 2.5d animation on old sprites). :(

I was hoping (but not too strongly) that it will be like Advance Wars or have 3D sprites. Nobunaga's Ambition x Kantai Collection would be sweet.

Remember, Kadokawa banned KC fangames so they can get a leg up on sweet gaming nerd money, even if it's a lazy port.

>>12732969
Anti-Submarine rockets. It's a guided torpedo against submarines.

"Artist! Not as long as I live, never." As the son had inherited some of the father’s obstinacy, besides having other qualities of his own, my reply was equally energetic. But it stated something quite the contrary.

At that our struggle became stalemate. The father would not abandon his ‘Never’, and I became all the more consolidated in my ‘Nevertheless’.

Naturally the resulting situation was not pleasant. The old gentleman was bitterly annoyed; and indeed so was I, although I really loved him. My father forbade me to entertain any hopes of taking up the art of painting as a profession. I went a step further and declared that I would not study anything else. With such declarations the situation became still more strained, so that the old gentleman irrevocably decided to assert his parental authority at all costs. That led me to adopt an attitude of circumspect silence, but I put my threat into execution. I thought that, once it became clear to my father that I was making no progress at the Realschule, for weal or for woe, he would be forced to allow me to follow the happy career I had dreamed of.

I do not know whether I calculated rightly or not. Certainly my failure to make progress became quite visible in the school. I studied just the subjects that appealed to me, especially those which I thought might be of advantage to me later on as a painter. What did not appear to have any importance from this point of view, or what did not otherwise appeal to me favourably, I completely sabotaged. My school reports of that time were always in the extremes of good or bad, according to the subject and the interest it had for me. In one column my qualification read ‘very good’ or ‘excellent’. In another it read ‘average’ or even ‘below average’. By far my best subjects were geography and, even more so, general history. These were my two favourite subjects, and I led the class in them.

When I look back over so many years and try to judge the results of that experience I find two very significant facts standing out clearly before my mind.

First, I became a nationalist.

Second, I learned to understand and grasp the true meaning of history.

The old Austria was a multi-national State. In those days at least the citizens of the German Empire, taken through and through, could not understand what that fact meant in the everyday life of the individuals within such a State. After the magnificent triumphant march of the victorious armies in the Franco-German War the Germans in the Reich became steadily more and more estranged from the Germans beyond their frontiers, partly because they did not deign to appreciate those other Germans at their true value or simply because they were incapable of doing so.

The Germans of the Reich did not realize that if the Germans in Austria had not been of the best racial stock they could never have given the stamp of their own character to an Empire of 52 millions, so definitely that in Germany itself the idea arose – though quite an erroneous one – that Austria was a German State. That was an error which led to dire consequences; but all the same it was a magnificent testimony to the character of the ten million Germans in that East Mark. Only very few of the Germans in the Reich itself had an idea of the bitter struggle which those Eastern Germans had to carry on daily for the preservation of their German language, their German schools and their German character. Only to-day, when a tragic fate has torn several millions of our kinsfolk away from the Reich and has forced them to live under the rule of the stranger, dreaming of that common fatherland towards which all their yearnings are directed and struggling to uphold at least the sacred right of using their mother tongue – only now have the wider circles of the German population come to realize what it means to have to fight for the traditions of one’s race. And so at last perhaps there are people here and there who can assess the greatness of that German spirit which animated the old East Mark and enabled those people, left entirely dependent on their own resources, to defend the Empire against the Orient for several centuries and subsequently to hold fast the frontiers of the German language through a guerilla warfare of attrition, at a time when the German Empire was sedulously cultivating an interest for colonies but not for its own flesh and blood before the threshold of its own door.

What has happened always and everywhere, in every kind of struggle, happened also in the language fight which was carried on in the old Austria. There were three groups – the fighters, the hedgers and the traitors. Even in the schools this sifting already began to take place. And it is worth noting that the struggle for the language was waged perhaps in its bitterest form around the school; because this was the nursery where the seeds had to be watered which were to spring up and form the future generation. The tactical objective of the fight was the winning over of the child, and it was to the child that the first rallying cry was addressed:

"German youth, do not forget that you are a German," and "Remember, little girl, that one day you must be a German mother."

Those who know something of the juvenile spirit can understand how youth will always lend a glad ear to such a rallying cry. Under many forms the young people led the struggle, fighting in their own way and with their own weapons. They refused to sing non-German songs. The greater the efforts made to win them away from their German allegiance, the more they exalted the glory of their German heroes. They stinted themselves in buying things to eat, so that they might spare their pennies to help the war chest of their elders. They were incredibly alert in the significance of what the non-German teachers said and they contradicted in unison. They wore the forbidden emblems of their own kinsfolk and were happy when penalised for doing so, or even physically punished. In miniature they were mirrors of loyalty from which the older people might learn a lesson.

And thus it was that at a comparatively early age I took part in the struggle which the nationalities were waging against one another in the old Austria. When meetings were held for the South Mark German League and the School League we wore cornflowers and black-red-gold colours to express our loyalty. We greeted one another with Heil! and instead of the Austrian anthem we sang our own Deutschland über Alles, despite warnings and penalties. Thus the youth were educated politically at a time when the citizens of a so-called national State for the most part knew little of their own nationality except the language. Of course, I did not belong to the hedgers. Within a little while I had become an ardent ‘German National’, which has a different meaning from the party significance attached to that phrase to-day.

I developed very rapidly in the nationalist direction, and by the time I was 15 years old I had come to understand the distinction between dynastic patriotism and nationalism based on the concept of folk, or people, my inclination being entirely in favour of the latter.

Such a preference may not perhaps be clearly intelligible to those who have never taken the trouble to study the internal conditions that prevailed under the Habsburg Monarchy.

Among historical studies universal history was the subject almost exclusively taught in the Austrian schools, for of specific Austrian history there was only very little. The fate of this State was closely bound up with the existence and development of Germany as a whole; so a division of history into German history and Austrian history would be practically inconceivable. And indeed it was only when the German people came to be divided between two States that this division of German history began to take place.

The insignia of a former imperial sovereignty which were still preserved in Vienna appeared to act as magical relics rather than as the visible guarantee of an everlasting bond of union.

When the Habsburg State crumbled to pieces in 1918 the Austrian Germans instinctively raised an outcry for union with their German fatherland. That was the voice of a unanimous yearning in the hearts of the whole people for a return to the unforgotten home of their fathers. But such a general yearning could not be explained except by attributing the cause of it to the historical training through which the individual Austrian Germans had passed. Therein lay a spring that never dried up. Especially in times of distraction and forgetfulness its quiet voice was a reminder of the past, bidding the people to look out beyond the mere welfare of the moment to a new future.

The teaching of universal history in what are called the middle schools is still very unsatisfactory. Few teachers realize that the purpose of teaching history is not the memorizing of some dates and facts, that the student is not interested in knowing the exact date of a battle or the birthday of some marshal or other, and not at all – or at least only very insignificantly – interested in knowing when the crown of his fathers was placed on the brow of some monarch. These are certainly not looked upon as important matters.

To study history means to search for and discover the forces that are the causes of those results which appear before our eyes as historical events. The art of reading and studying consists in remembering the essentials and forgetting what is not essential.

>>12732969
ASROC launcher.

Probably my whole future life was determined by the fact that I had a professor of history who understood, as few others understand, how to make this viewpoint prevail in teaching and in examining. This teacher was Dr. Leopold Poetsch, of the Realschule at Linz. He was the ideal personification of the qualities necessary to a teacher of history in the sense I have mentioned above. An elderly gentleman with a decisive manner but a kindly heart, he was a very attractive speaker and was able to inspire us with his own enthusiasm. Even to-day I cannot recall without emotion that venerable personality whose enthusiastic exposition of history so often made us entirely forget the present and allow ourselves to be transported as if by magic into the past. He penetrated through the dim mist of thousands of years and transformed the historical memory of the dead past into a living reality. When we listened to him we became afire with enthusiasm and we were sometimes moved even to tears.

It was still more fortunate that this professor was able not only to illustrate the past by examples from the present but from the past he was also able to draw a lesson for the present. He understood better than any other the everyday problems that were then agitating our minds. The national fervour which we felt in our own small way was utilized by him as an instrument of our education, inasmuch as he often appealed to our national sense of honour; for in that way he maintained order and held our attention much more easily than he could have done by any other means.

It was because I had such a professor that history became my favourite subject. As a natural consequence, but without the conscious connivance of my professor, I then and there became a young rebel. But who could have studied German history under such a teacher and not become an enemy of that State whose rulers exercised such a disastrous influence on the destinies of the German nation? Finally, how could one remain the faithful subject of the House of Habsburg, whose past history and present conduct proved it to be ready ever and always to betray the interests of the German people for the sake of paltry personal interests? Did not we as youngsters fully realize that the House of Habsburg did not, and could not, have any love for us Germans?

What history taught us about the policy followed by the House of Habsburg was corroborated by our own everyday experiences. In the north and in the south the poison of foreign races was eating into the body of our people, and even Vienna was steadily becoming more and more a non-German city. The ‘Imperial House’ favoured the Czechs on every possible occasion. Indeed it was the hand of the goddess of eternal justice and inexorable retribution that caused the most deadly enemy of Germanism in Austria, the Archduke Franz Ferdinand, to fall by the very bullets which he himself had helped to cast. Working from above downwards, he was the chief patron of the movement to make Austria a Slav State.

The burdens laid on the shoulders of the German people were enormous and the sacrifices of money and blood which they had to make were incredibly heavy.

Yet anybody who was not quite blind must have seen that it was all in vain. What affected us most bitterly was the consciousness of the fact that this whole system was morally shielded by the alliance with Germany, whereby the slow extirpation of Germanism in the old Austrian Monarchy seemed in some way to be more or less sanctioned by Germany herself. Habsburg hypocrisy, which endeavoured outwardly to make the people believe that Austria still remained a German State, increased the feeling of hatred against the Imperial House and at the same time aroused a spirit of rebellion and contempt.

But in the German Empire itself those who were then its rulers saw nothing of what all this meant. As if struck blind, they stood beside a corpse and in the very symptoms of decomposition they believed that they recognized the signs of a renewed vitality. In that unhappy alliance between the young German Empire and the illusory Austrian State lay the germ of the World War and also of the final collapse.

In the subsequent pages of this book I shall go to the root of the problem. Suffice it to say here that in the very early years of my youth I came to certain conclusions which I have never abandoned. Indeed I became more profoundly convinced of them as the years passed. They were: That the dissolution of the Austrian Empire is a preliminary condition for the defence of Germany; further, that national feeling is by no means identical with dynastic patriotism; finally, and above all, that the House of Habsburg was destined to bring misfortune to the German nation.

As a logical consequence of these convictions, there arose in me a feeling of intense love for my German-Austrian home and a profound hatred for the Austrian State.

That kind of historical thinking which was developed in me through my study of history at school never left me afterwards. World history became more and more an inexhaustible source for the understanding of contemporary historical events, which means politics. Therefore I will not "learn" politics but let politics teach me.

A precocious revolutionary in politics I was no less a precocious revolutionary in art. At that time the provincial capital of Upper Austria had a theatre which, relatively speaking, was not bad. Almost everything was played there. When I was twelve years old I saw William Tell performed. That was my first experience of the theatre. Some months later I attended a performance of Lohengrin, the first opera I had ever heard. I was fascinated at once. My youthful enthusiasm for the Bayreuth Master knew no limits. Again and again I was drawn to hear his operas; and to-day I consider it a great piece of luck that these modest productions in the little provincial city prepared the way and made it possible for me to appreciate the better productions later on.

But all this helped to intensify my profound aversion for the career that my father had chosen for me; and this dislike became especially strong as the rough corners of youthful boorishness became worn off, a process which in my case caused a good deal of pain. I became more and more convinced that I should never be happy as a State official. And now that the Realschule had recognized and acknowledged my aptitude for drawing, my own resolution became all the stronger. Imprecations and threats had no longer any chance of changing it. I wanted to become a painter and no power in the world could force me to become a civil servant.

The only peculiar feature of the situation now was that as I grew bigger I became more and more interested in architecture. I considered this fact as a natural development of my flair for painting and I rejoiced inwardly that the sphere of my artistic interests was thus enlarged. I had no notion that one day it would have to be otherwise.

The question of my career was decided much sooner than I could have expected.

When I was in my thirteenth year my father was suddenly taken from us. He was still in robust health when a stroke of apoplexy painlessly ended his earthly wanderings and left us all deeply bereaved. His most ardent longing was to be able to help his son to advance in a career and thus save me from the harsh ordeal that he himself had to go through. But it appeared to him then as if that longing were all in vain. And yet, though he himself was not conscious of it, he had sown the seeds of a future which neither of us foresaw at that time.

At first nothing changed outwardly.

My mother felt it her duty to continue my education in accordance with my father’s wishes, which meant that she would have me study for the civil service. For my own part I was even more firmly determined than ever before that under no circumstances would I become an official of the State. The curriculum and teaching methods followed in the middle school were so far removed from my ideals that I became profoundly indifferent. Illness suddenly came to my assistance. Within a few weeks it decided my future and put an end to the long-standing family conflict. My lungs became so seriously affected that the doctor advised my mother very strongly not under any circumstances to allow me to take up a career which would necessitate working in an office. He ordered that I should give up attendance at the Realschule for a year at least. What I had secretly desired for such a long time, and had persistently fought for, now became a reality almost at one stroke.

Influenced by my illness, my mother agreed that I should leave the Realschule and attend the Academy.

Those were happy days, which appeared to me almost as a dream; but they were bound to remain only a dream. Two years later my mother’s death put a brutal end to all my fine projects. She succumbed to a long and painful illness which from the very beginning permitted little hope of recovery. Though expected, her death came as a terrible blow to me. I respected my father, but I loved my mother.

Poverty and stern reality forced me to decide promptly.

The meagre resources of the family had been almost entirely used up through my mother’s severe illness. The allowance which came to me as an orphan was not enough for the bare necessities of life. Somehow or other I would have to earn my own bread.

With my clothes and linen packed in a valise and with an indomitable resolution in my heart, I left for Vienna. I hoped to forestall fate, as my father had done fifty years before. I was determined to become ‘something’ – but certainly not a civil servant.

Umm what happened to this thread?

>>12734127
Someone else is mad about it.

>>12734127
Mein Kampf with /jp/!

Dose anyone knows the trigger condition/equipment formations of AA cut-in ? Wiki says nothing.
And from my experience:
1. High angle mount+ AA director
2.HAM(w/ director)+Radar
3.Akitsuki - HAM*2
4.Akitsuki - HAM+Radar

I haven't trigger AA cut-ins with Autocannon though, wiki says nothing.

>>12734127
Wait why was my post deleted I was asking a question about the thread

>>12734231
Wiki says everything though.

>>12734251
Oh, I mean English wiki. Thanks anyway.

>>12734277
English wiki is full of misinformation, using it is a waste of time.

>>12734231

I've seen a cut in with 3xHA

>>12734305
Either its Akitsuki triggering that or one of the HA is director built-in.

>>12734315

You mean Akizuki? Yeah I do believe it was her. None of them had built in fire director

>>12734325
Dame I always misspell her name. Thanks for correcting that.

Haruna nyaa

I can only get fuel from expedition3 and regen. Anyone know any other ways to get some? I only get like 20fuel from the expedition.

>>12734376
Do ex5, ex21, ex38.

>>12734382
Alright thanks guess i'll clear some more expeditions to unlock the rest

>>12734385
Also, enjoy your ban for using shitty translators.

>>12734390
Umm I doubt i'll get banned but ok

When my mother died my fate had already been decided in one respect. During the last months of her illness I went to Vienna to take the entrance examination for the Academy of Fine Arts. Armed with a bulky packet of sketches, I felt convinced that I should pass the examination quite easily. At the Realschule I was by far the best student in the drawing class, and since that time I had made more than ordinary progress in the practice of drawing. Therefore I was pleased with myself and was proud and happy at the prospect of what I considered an assured success.

But there was one misgiving: It seemed to me that I was better qualified for drawing than for painting, especially in the various branches of architectural drawing. At the same time my interest in architecture was constantly increasing. And I advanced in this direction at a still more rapid pace after my first visit to Vienna, which lasted two weeks. I was not yet sixteen years old. I went to the Hof Museum to study the paintings in the art gallery there; but the building itself captured almost all my interest, from early morning until late at night I spent all my time visiting the various public buildings. And it was the buildings themselves that were always the principal attraction for me. For hours and hours I could stand in wonderment before the Opera and the Parliament. The whole Ring Strasse had a magic effect upon me, as if it were a scene from the Thousand-and-one-Nights.

>>12734396
People already got banned en masse for using it. All that shit relies on modifying packages, making it extremely easy to detect.

And now I was here for the second time in this beautiful city, impatiently waiting to hear the result of the entrance examination but proudly confident that I had got through. I was so convinced of my success that when the news that I had failed to pass was brought to me it struck me like a bolt from the skies. Yet the fact was that I had failed. I went to see the Rector and asked him to explain the reasons why they refused to accept me as a student in the general School of Painting, which was part of the Academy. He said that the sketches which I had brought with me unquestionably showed that painting was not what I was suited for but that the same sketches gave clear indications of my aptitude for architectural designing. Therefore the School of Painting did not come into question for me but rather the School of Architecture, which also formed part of the Academy. At first it was impossible to understand how this could be so, seeing that I had never been to a school for architecture and had never received any instruction in architectural designing.

When I left the Hansen Palace, on the Schiller Platz, I was quite crestfallen. I felt out of sorts with myself for the first time in my young life. For what I had heard about my capabilities now appeared to me as a lightning flash which clearly revealed a dualism under which I had been suffering for a long time, but hitherto I could give no clear account whatsoever of the why and wherefore.

Within a few days I myself also knew that I ought to become an architect. But of course the way was very difficult. I was now forced bitterly to rue my former conduct in neglecting and despising certain subjects at the Realschule. Before taking up the courses at the School of Architecture in the Academy it was necessary to attend the Technical Building School; but a necessary qualification for entrance into this school was a Leaving Certificate from the Middle School. And this I simply did not have. According to the human measure of things my dream of following an artistic calling seemed beyond the limits of possibility.

After the death of my mother I came to Vienna for the third time. This visit was destined to last several years. Since I had been there before I had recovered my old calm and resoluteness. The former self-assurance had come back, and I had my eyes steadily fixed on the goal. I would be an architect. Obstacles are placed across our path in life, not to be boggled at but to be surmounted. And I was fully determined to surmount these obstacles, having the picture of my father constantly before my mind, who had raised himself by his own efforts to the position of a civil servant though he was the poor son of a village shoemaker. I had a better start, and the possibilities of struggling through were better. At that time my lot in life seemed to me a harsh one; but to-day I see in it the wise workings of Providence. The Goddess of Fate clutched me in her hands and often threatened to smash me; but the will grew stronger as the obstacles increased, and finally the will triumphed.

I am thankful for that period of my life, because it hardened me and enabled me to be as tough as I now am. And I am even more thankful because I appreciate the fact that I was thus saved from the emptiness of a life of ease and that a mother’s darling was taken from tender arms and handed over to Adversity as to a new mother. Though I then rebelled against it as too hard a fate, I am grateful that I was thrown into a world of misery and poverty and thus came to know the people for whom I was afterwards to fight.

It was during this period that my eyes were opened to two perils, the names of which I scarcely knew hitherto and had no notion whatsoever of their terrible significance for the existence of the German people. These two perils were Marxism and Judaism.

For many people the name of Vienna signifies innocent jollity, a festive place for happy mortals. For me, alas, it is a living memory of the saddest period in my life. Even to-day the mention of that city arouses only gloomy thoughts in my mind. Five years of poverty in that Phaecian town. Five years in which, first as a casual labourer and then as a painter of little trifles, I had to earn my daily bread. And a meagre morsel indeed it was, not even sufficient to still the hunger which I constantly felt. That hunger was the faithful guardian which never left me but took part in everything I did. Every book that I bought meant renewed hunger, and every visit I paid to the opera meant the intrusion of that inalienabl companion during the following days. I was always struggling with my unsympathic friend. And yet during that time I learned more than I had ever learned before. Outside my architectural studies and rare visits to the opera, for which I had to deny myself food, I had no other pleasure in life except my books.

I read a great deal then, and I pondered deeply over what I read. All the free time after work was devoted exclusively to study. Thus within a few years I was able to acquire a stock of knowledge which I find useful even to-day.

But more than that. During those years a view of life and a definite outlook on the world took shape in my mind. These became the granite basis of my conduct at that time. Since then I have extended that foundation only very little, and I have changed nothing in it.

On the contrary: I am firmly convinced to-day that, generally speaking, it is in youth that men lay the essential groundwork of their creative thought, wherever that creative thought exists. I make a distinction between the wisdom of age – which can only arise from the greater profundity and foresight that are based on the experiences of a long life – and the creative genius of youth, which blossoms out in thought and ideas with inexhaustible fertility, without being able to put these into practice immediately, because of their very superabundance. These furnish the building materials and plans for the future; and it is from them that age takes the stones and builds the edifice, unless the so-called wisdom of the years may have smothered the creative genius of youth.

The life which I had hitherto led at home with my parents differed in little or nothing from that of all the others. I looked forward without apprehension to the morrow, and there was no such thing as a social problem to be faced. Those among whom I passed my young days belonged to the small bourgeois class. Therefore it was a world that had very little contact with the world of genuine manual labourers. For, though at first this may appear astonishing, the ditch which separates that class, which is by no means economically well-off; from the manual labouring class is often deeper than people think.

>>12734400
Well I don't mind if they do it now since I just started. I'll probably stop using it once I get to world 2

The reason for this division, which we may almost call enmity, lies in the fear that dominates a social group which has only just risen above the level of the manual labourer – a fear lest it may fall back into its old condition or at least be classed with the labourers. Moreover, there is something repulsive in remembering the cultural indigence of that lower class and their rough manners with one another; so that people who are only on the first rung of the social ladder find it unbearable to be forced to have any contact with the cultural level and standard of living out of which they have passed.

And so it happens that very often those who belong to what can really be called the upper classes find it much easier than do the upstarts to descend to and intermingle with their fellow beings on the lowest social level. For by the word upstart I mean everyone who has raised himself through his own efforts to a social level higher than that to which he formerly belonged. In the case of such a person the hard struggle through which he passes often destroys his normal human sympathy. His own fight for existence kills his sensibility for the misery of those who have been left behind.

From this point of view fate had been kind to me. Circumstances forced me to return to that world of poverty and economic insecurity above which my father had raised himself in his early days; and thus the blinkers of a narrow petit bourgeois education were torn from my eyes. Now for the first time I learned to know men and I learned to distinguish between empty appearances or brutal manners and the real inner nature of the people who outwardly appeared thus.

>>12734400
You should let him get fuck alone. People like him deserves to fuck off to Himeuta and shit Wikia.

At the beginning of the century Vienna had already taken rank among those cities where social conditions are iniquitous. Dazzling riches and loathsome destitution were intermingled in violent contrast. In the centre and in the Inner City one felt the pulse-beat of an Empire which had a population of fiity-two millions, with all the perilous charm of a State made up of multiple nationalities. The dazzling splendour of the Court acted like a magnet on the wealth and intelligence of the whole Empire. And this attraction was further strengthened by the dynastic policy of the Habsburg Monarchy in centralizing everything in itself and for itself.

This centralizing policy was necessary in order to hold together that hotchpotch of heterogeneous nationalities. But the result of it was an extraordinary concentration of higher officials in the city, which was at one and the same time the metropolis and imperial residence.

But Vienna was not merely the political and intellectual centre of the Danubian Monarchy; it was also the commercial centre. Besides the horde of military officers of high rank, State officials, artists and scientists, there was the still vaster horde of workers. Abject poverty confronted the wealth of the aristocracy and the merchant class face to face. Thousands of unemployed loitered in front of the palaces on the Ring Strasse; and below that Via Triumphalis of the old Austria the homeless huddled together in the murk and filth of the canals.

There was hardly any other German city in which the social problem could be studied better than in Vienna. But here I must utter a warning against the illusion that this problem can be ‘studied’ from above downwards. The man who has never been in the clutches of that crushing viper can never know what its poison is. An attempt to study it in any other way will result only in superficial talk and sentimental delusions. Both are harmful. The first because it can never go to the root of the question, the second because it evades the question entirely. I do not know which is the more nefarious: to ignore social distress, as do the majority of those who have been favoured by fortune and those who have risen in the social scale through their own routine labour, or the equally supercilious and often tactless but always genteel condescension displayed by people who make a fad of being charitable and who plume themselves on ‘sympathising with the people.’ Of course such persons sin more than they can imagine from lack of instinctive understanding. And thus they are astonished to find that the ‘social conscience’ on which they pride themselves never produces any results, but often causes their good intentions to be resented; and then they talk of the ingratitude of the people.

Such persons are slow to learn that here there is no place for merely social activities and that there can be no expectation of gratitude; for in this connection there is no question at all of distributing favours but essentially a matter of retributive justice. I was protected against the temptation to study the social question in the way just mentioned, for the simple reason that I was forced to live in the midst of poverty-stricken people. Therefore it was not a question of studying the problem objectively, but rather one of testing its effects on myself. Though the rabbit came through the ordeal of the experiment, this must not be taken as evidence of its harmlessness.

When I try to-day to recall the succession of impressions received during that time I find that I can do so only with approximate completeness. Here I shall describe only the more essential impressions and those which personally affected me and often staggered me. And I shall mention the few lessons I then learned from this experience.

At that time it was for the most part not very difficult to find work, because I had to seek work not as a skilled tradesman but as a so-called extra-hand ready to take any job that turned up by chance, just for the sake of earning my daily bread.

Thus I found myself in the same situation as all those emigrants who shake the dust of Europe from their feet, with the cast-iron determination to lay the foundations of a new existence in the New World and acquire for themselves a new home. Liberated from all the paralysing prejudices of class and calling, environment and tradition, they enter any service that opens its doors to them, accepting any work that comes their way, filled more and more with the idea that honest work never disgraced anybody, no matter what kind it may be. And so I was resolved to set both feet in what was for me a new world and push forward on my own road.

I soon found out that there was some kind of work always to be got, but I also learned that it could just as quickly and easily be lost. The uncertainty of being able to earn a regular daily livelihood soon appeared to me as the gloomiest feature in this new life that I had entered.

>>12734423
I'm in a good mood due to "Reading with /jp/!". This autist post pretty interesting shit.

Although the skilled worker was not so frequently thrown idle on the streets as the unskilled worker, yet the former was by no means protected against the same fate; because though he may not have to face hunger as a result of unemployment due to the lack of demand in the labour market, the lock-out and the strike deprived the skilled worker of the chance to earn his bread. Here the element of uncertainty in steadily earning one’s daily bread was the bitterest feature of the whole social-economic system itself.

The country lad who migrates to the big city feels attracted by what has been described as easy work – which it may be in reality – and few working hours. He is especially entranced by the magic glimmer spread over the big cities. Accustomed in the country to earn a steady wage, he has been taught not to quit his former post until a new one is at least in sight. As there is a great scarcity of agricultural labour, the probability of long unemployment in the country has been very small. It is a mistake to presume that the lad who leaves the countryside for the town is not made of such sound material as those who remain at home to work on the land. On the contrary, experience shows that it is the more healthy and more vigorous that emigrate, and not the reverse. Among these emigrants I include not merely those who emigrate to America, but also the servant boy in the country who decides to leave his native village and migrate to the big city where he will be a stranger. He is ready to take the risk of an uncertain fate. In most cases he comes to town with a little money in his pocket and for the first few days he is not discouraged if he should not have the good fortune to find work. But if he finds a job and then loses it in a little while, the case is much worse.
>>12734455
You mean you haven't read Mein Kampf before, you little cancer shit?

To find work anew, especially in winter, is often difficult and indeed sometimes impossible. For the first few weeks life is still bearable He receives his out-of-work money from his trade union and is thus enabled to carry on. But when the last of his own money is gone and his trade union ceases to pay out because of the prolonged unemployment, then comes the real distress. He now loiters about and is hungry. Often he pawns or sells the last of his belongings. His clothes begin to get shabby and with the increasing poverty of his outward appearance he descends to a lower social level and mixes up with a class of human beings through whom his mind is now poisoned, in addition to his physical misery. Then he has nowhere to sleep and if that happens in winter, which is very often the case, he is in dire distress. Finally he gets work. But the old story repeats itself. A second time the same thing happens. Then a third time; and now it is probably much worse. Little by little he becomes indifferent to this everlasting insecurity. Finally he grows used to the repetition. Thus even a man who is normally of industrious habits grows careless in his whole attitude towards life and gradually becomes an instrument in the hands of unscrupulous people who exploit him for the sake of their own ignoble aims. He has been so often thrown out of employment through no fault of his own that he is now more or less indifferent whether the strike in which he takes part be for the purpose of securing his economic rights or be aimed at the destruction of the State, the whole social order and even civilization itself. Though the idea of going on strike may not be to his natural liking, yet he joins in it out of sheer indifference.

>>12734461
Yes, that's why I'm reading it now, my master.

I saw this process exemplified before my eyes in thousands of cases. And the longer I observed it the greater became my dislike for that mammoth city which greedily attracts men to its bosom, in order to break them mercilessly in the end. When they came they still felt themselves in communion with their own people at home; if they remained that tie was broken.

I was thrown about so much in the life of the metropolis that I experienced the workings of this fate in my own person and felt the effects of it in my own soul. One thing stood out clearly before my eyes: It was the sudden changes from work to idleness and vice versa; so that the constant fluctuations thus caused by earnings and expenditure finally destroyed the ‘sense of thrift for many people and also the habit of regulating expenditure in an intelligent way. The body appeared to grow accustomed to the vicissitudes of food and hunger, eating heartily in good times and going hungry in bad. Indeed hunger shatters all plans for rationing expenditure on a regular scale in better times when employment is again found.

The reason for this is that the deprivations which the unemployed worker has to endure must be compensated for psychologically by a persistent mental mirage in which he imagines himself eating heartily once again. And this dream develops into such a longing that it turns into a morbid impulse to cast off all self-restraint when work and wages turn up again. Therefore the moment work is found anew he forgets to regulate the expenditure of his earnings but spends them to the full without thinking of to-morrow. This leads to confusion in the little weekly housekeeping budget, because the expenditure is not rationally planned. When the phenomenon which I have mentioned first happens, the earnings will last perhaps for five days instead of seven; on subsequent occasions they will last only for three days; as the habit recurs, the earnings will last scarcely for a day; and finally they will disappear in one night of feasting.

Often there are wife and children at home. And in many cases it happens that these become infected by such a way of living, especially if the husband is good to them and wants to do the best he can for them and loves them in his own way and according to his own lights. Then the week’s earnings are spent in common at home within two or three days. The family eat and drink together as long as the money lasts and at the end of the week they hunger together. Then the wife wanders about furtively in the neighbourhood, borrows a little, and runs up small debts with the shopkeepers in an effort to pull through the lean days towards the end of the week. They sit down together to the midday meal with only meagre fare on the table, and often even nothing to eat. They wait for the coming payday, talking of it and making plans; and while they are thus hungry they dream of the plenty that is to come. And so the little children become acquainted with misery in their early years.

But the evil culminates when the husband goes his own way from the beginning of the week and the wife protests, simply out of love for the children. Then there are quarrels and bad feeling and the husband takes to drink according as he becomes estranged from his wife. He now becomes drunk every Saturday. Fighting for her own existence and that of the children, the wife has to hound him along the road from the factory to the tavern in order to get a few shillings from him on payday. Then when he finally comes home, maybe on the Sunday or the Monday, having parted with his last shillings and pence, pitiable scenes follow, scenes that cry out for God’s mercy.

I have had actual experience of all this in hundreds of cases. At first I was disgusted and indignant; but later on I came to recognize the whole tragedy of their misfortune and to understand the profound causes of it. They were the unhappy victims of evil circumstances.

Housing conditions were very bad at that time. The Vienna manual labourers lived in surroundings of appalling misery. I shudder even to-day when I think of the woeful dens in which people dwelt, the night shelters and the slums, and all the tenebrous spectacles of ordure, loathsome filth and wickedness.

What will happen one day when hordes of emancipated slaves come forth from these dens of misery to swoop down on their unsuspecting fellow men? For this other world does not think about such a possibility. They have allowed these things to go on without caring and even without suspecting – in their total lack of instinctive understanding – that sooner or later destiny will take its vengeance unless it will have been appeased in time.

To-day I fervidly thank Providence for having sent me to such a school. There I could not refuse to take an interest in matters that did not please me. This school soon taught me a profound lesson.

In order not to despair completely of the people among whom I then lived I had to set on one side the outward appearances of their lives and on the other the reasons why they had developed in that way. Then I could hear everything without discouragement; for those who emerged from all this misfortune and misery, from this filth and outward degradation, were not human beings as such but rather lamentable results of lamentable laws. In my own life similar hardships prevented me from giving way to a pitying sentimentality at the sight of these degraded products which had finally resulted from the pressure of circumstances. No, the sentimental attitude would be the wrong one to adopt.

Even in those days I already saw that there was a two-fold method by which alone it would be possible to bring about an amelioration of these conditions. This method is: first, to create better fundamental conditions of social development by establishing a profound feeling for social responsibilities among the public; second, to combine this feeling for social responsibilities with a ruthless determination to prune away all excrescences which are incapable of being improved.

Just as Nature concentrates its greatest attention, not to the maintenance of what already exists but on the selective breeding of offspring in order to carry on the species, so in human life also it is less a matter of artificially improving the existing generation – which, owing to human characteristics, is impossible in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred – and more a matter of securing from the very start a better road for future development.

During my struggle for existence in Vienna I perceived very clearly that the aim of all social activity must never be merely charitable relief, which is ridiculous and useless, but it must rather be a means to find a way of eliminating the fundamental deficiencies in our economic and cultural life – deficiencies which necessarily bring about the degradation of the individual or at least lead him towards such degradation. The difficulty of employing every means, even the most drastic, to eradicate the hostility prevailing among the working classes towards the State is largely due to an attitude of uncertainty in deciding upon the inner motives and causes of this contemporary phenomenon. The grounds of this uncertainty are to be found exclusively in the sense of guilt which each individual feels for having permitted this tragedy of degradation.

For that feeling paralyses every effort at making a serious and firm decision to act. And thus because the people whom it concerns are vacillating they are timid and half-hearted in putting into effect even the measures which are indispensable for self-preservation. When the individual is no longer burdened with his own consciousness of blame in this regard, then and only then will he have that inner tranquillity and outer force to cut off drastically and ruthlessly all the parasite growth and root out the weeds.

But because the Austrian State had almost no sense of social rights or social legislation its inability to abolish those evil excrescences was manifest.

I do not know what it was that appalled me most at that time: the economic misery of those who were then my companions, their crude customs and morals, or the low level of their intellectual culture.

How often our bourgeoisie rises up in moral indignation on hearing from the mouth of some pitiable tramp that it is all the same to him whether he be a German or not and that he will find himself at home wherever he can get enough to keep body and soul together. They protest sternly against such a lack of ‘national pride’ and strongly express their horror at such sentiments.

But how many people really ask themselves why it is that their own sentiments are better? How many of them understand that their natural pride in being members of so favoured a nation arises from the innumerable succession of instances they have encountered which remind them of the greatness of the Fatherland and the Nation in all spheres of artistic and cultural life? How many of them realize that pride in the Fatherland is largely dependent on knowledge of its greatness in all those spheres? Do our bourgeois circles ever think what a ridiculously meagre share the people have in that knowledge which is a necessary prerequisite for the feeling of pride in one’s fatherland?

It cannot be objected here that in other countries similar conditions exist and that nevertheless the working classes in those countries have remained patriotic. Even if that were so, it would be no excuse for our negligent attitude. But it is not so. What we call chauvinistic education – in the case of the French people, for example – is only the excessive exaltation of the greatness of France in all spheres of culture or, as the French say, civilization. The French boy is not educated on purely objective principles. Wherever the importance of the political and cultural greatness of his country is concerned he is taught in the most subjective way that one can imagine.

This education will always have to be confined to general ideas in a large perspective and these ought to be deeply engraven, by constant repetition if necessary, on the memories and feelings of the people.

In our case, however, we are not merely guilty of negative sins of omission but also of positively perverting the little which some individuals had the luck to learn at school. The rats that poison our body-politic gnaw from the hearts and memories of the broad masses even that little which distress and misery have left.

Let the reader try to picture the following:

There is a lodging in a cellar and this lodging consists of two damp rooms. In these rooms a workman and his family live – seven people in all. Let us assume that one of the children is a boy of three years. That is the age at which children first become conscious of the impressions which they receive. In the case of highly gifted people traces of the impressions received in those early years last in the memory up to an advanced age. Now the narrowness and congestion of those living quarters do not conduce to pleasant inter-relations. Thus quarrels and fits of mutual anger arise. These people can hardly be said to live with one another, but rather down on top of one another. The small misunderstandings which disappear of themselves in a home where there is enough space for people to go apart from one another for a while, here become the source of chronic disputes. As far as the children are concerned the situation is tolerable from this point of view.

In such conditions they are constantly quarrelling with one another, but the quarrels are quickly and entirely forgotten. But when the parents fall out with one another these daily bickerings often descend to rudeness such as cannot be adequately imagined. The results of such experiences must become apparent later on in the children. One must have practical experience of such a milieu so as to be able to picture the state of affairs that arises from these mutual recriminations when the father physically assaults the mother and maltreats her in a fit of drunken rage. At the age of six the child can no longer ignore those sordid details which even an adult would find revolting. Infected with moral poison, bodily undernourished, and the poor little head filled with vermin, the young ‘citizen’ goes to the primary school. With difficulty he barely learns to read and write. There is no possibility of learning any lessons at home. Quite the contrary. The father and mother themselves talk before the children in the most disparaging way about the teacher and the school and they are much more inclined to insult the teachers than to put their offspring across the knee and knock sound reason into him.

What the little fellow hears at home does not tend to increase respect for his human surroundings. Here nothing good is said of human nature as a whole and every institution, from the school to the government, is reviled. Whether religion and morals are concerned or the State and the social order, it is all the same; they are all scoffed at. When the young lad leaves school, at the age of fourteen, it would be difficult to say what are the most striking features of his character, incredible ignorance in so far as real knowledge is concerned or cynical impudence combined with an attitude towards morality which is really startling at so young an age.

What station in life can such a person fill, to whom nothing is sacred, who has never experienced anything noble but, on the contrary, has been intimately acquainted with the lowest kind of human existence? This child of three has got into the habit of reviling all authority by the time he is fifteen. He has been acquainted only with moral filth and vileness, everything being excluded that might stimulate his thought towards higher things. And now this young specimen of humanity enters the school of life.

He leads the same kind of life which was exemplified for him by his father during his childhood. He loiters about and comes home at all hours. He now even black-guards that broken-hearted being who gave him birth. He curses God and the world and finally ends up in a House of Correction for young people. There he gets the final polish.

And his bourgeois contemporaries are astonished at the lack of ‘patriotic enthusiasm’ which this young ‘citizen’ manifests.

Day after day the bourgeois world are witnesses to the phenomenon of spreading poison among the people through the instrumentality of the theatre and the cinema, gutter journalism and obscene books; and yet they are astonished at the deplorable ‘moral standards’ and ‘national indifference’ of the masses. As if the cinema bilge and the gutter press and suchlike could inculcate knowledge of the greatness of one’s country, apart entirely from the earlier education of the individual.

I then came to understand, quickly and thoroughly, what I had never been aware of before. It was the following:

The question of ‘nationalizing’ a people is first and foremost one of establishing healthy social conditions which will furnish the grounds that are necessary for the education of the individual. For only when family upbringing and school education have inculcated in the individual a knowledge of the cultural and economic and, above all, the political greatness of his own country – then, and then only, will it be possible for him to feel proud of being a citizen of such a country. I can fight only for something that I love. I can love only what I respect. And in order to respect a thing I must at least have some knowledge of it.

As soon as my interest in social questions was once awakened I began to study them in a fundamental way. A new and hitherto unknown world was thus revealed to me.

In the years 1909–10 I had so far improved my, position that I no longer had to earn my daily bread as a manual labourer. I was now working independently as draughtsman, and painter in water colours. This métier was a poor one indeed as far as earnings were concerned; for these were only sufficient to meet the bare exigencies of life. Yet it had an interest for me in view of the profession to which I aspired. Moreover, when I came home in the evenings I was now no longer dead-tired as formerly, when I used to be unable to look into a book without falling asleep almost immediately. My present occupation therefore was in line with the profession I aimed at for the future. Moreover, I was master of my own time and could distribute my working-hours now better than formerly. I painted in order to earn my bread, and I studied because I liked it.

Thus I was able to acquire that theoretical knowledge of the social problem which was a necessary complement to what I was learning through actual experience. I studied all the books which I could find that dealt with this question and I thought deeply on what I read. I think that the milieu in which I then lived considered me an eccentric person.

Besides my interest in the social question I naturally devoted myself with enthusiasm to the study of architecture. Side by side with music, I considered it queen of the arts. To study it was for me not work but pleasure. I could read or draw until the small hours of the morning without ever getting tired. And I became more and more confident that my dream of a brilliant future would become true, even though I should have to wait long years for its fulfilment. I was firmly convinced that one day I should make a name for myself as an architect.

The fact that, side by side with my professional studies, I took the greatest interest in everything that had to do with politics did not seem to me to signify anything of great importance. On the contrary: I looked upon this practical interest in politics merely as part of an elementary obligation that devolves on every thinking man. Those who have no understanding of the political world around them have no right to criticize or complain. On political questions therefore I still continued to read and study a great deal. But reading had probably a different significance for me from that which it has for the average run of our so-called ‘intellectuals’.

I know people who read interminably, book after book, from page to page, and yet I should not call them ‘well-read people’. Of course they ‘know’ an immense amount; but their brain seems incapable of assorting and classifying the material which they have gathered from books. They have not the faculty of distinguishing between what is useful and useless in a book; so that they may retain the former in their minds and if possible skip over the latter while reading it, if that be not possible, then – when once read – throw it overboard as useless ballast. Reading is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. Its chief purpose is to help towards filling in the framework which is made up of the talents and capabilities that each individual possesses.

Thus each one procures for himself the implements and materials necessary for the fulfilment of his calling in life, no matter whether this be the elementary task of earning one’s daily bread or a calling that responds to higher human aspirations. Such is the first purpose of reading. And the second purpose is to give a general knowledge of the world in which we live. In both cases, however, the material which one has acquired through reading must not be stored up in the memory on a plan that corresponds to the successive chapters of the book; but each little piece of knowledge thus gained must be treated as if it were a little stone to be inserted into a mosaic, so that it finds its proper place among all the other pieces and particles that help to form a general world-picture in the brain of the reader. Otherwise only a confused jumble of chaotic notions will result from all this reading. That jumble is not merely useless, but it also tends to make the unfortunate possessor of it conceited. For he seriously considers himself a well-educated person and thinks that he understands something of life. He believes that he has acquired knowledge, whereas the truth is that every increase in such ‘knowledge’ draws him more and more away from real life, until he finally ends up in some sanatorium or takes to politics and becomes a parliamentary deputy.

Such a person never succeeds in turning his knowledge to practical account when the opportune moment arrives; for his mental equipment is not ordered with a view to meeting the demands of everyday life. His knowledge is stored in his brain as a literal transcript of the books he has read and the order of succession in which he has read them. And if Fate should one day call upon him to use some of his book-knowledge for certain practical ends in life that very call will have to name the book and give the number of the page; for the poor noodle himself would never be able to find the spot where he gathered the information now called for. But if the page is not mentioned at the critical moment the widely-read intellectual will find himself in a state of hopeless embarrassment. In a high state of agitation he searches for analogous cases and it is almost a dead certainty that he will finally deliver the wrong prescription.

If that is not a correct description, then how can we explain the political achievements of our Parliamentary heroes who hold the highest positions in the government of the country? Otherwise we should have to attribute the doings of such political leaders, not to pathological conditions but simply to malice and chicanery.

On the other hand, one who has cultivated the art of reading will instantly discern, in a book or journal or pamphlet, what ought to be remembered because it meets one’s personal needs or is of value as general knowledge. What he thus learns is incorporated in his mental analogue of this or that problem or thing, further correcting the mental picture or enlarging it so that it becomes more exact and precise. Should some practical problem suddenly demand examination or solution, memory will immediately select the opportune information from the mass that has been acquired through years of reading and will place this information at the service of one’s powers of judgment so as to get a new and clearer view of the problem in question or produce a definitive solution.

Only thus can reading have any meaning or be worth while.

The speaker, for example, who has not the sources of information ready to hand which are necessary to a proper treatment of his subject is unable to defend his opinions against an opponent, even though those opinions be perfectly sound and true. In every discussion his memory will leave him shamefully in the lurch. He cannot summon up arguments to support his statements or to refute his opponent. So long as the speaker has only to defend himself on his own personal account, the situation is not serious; but the evil comes when Chance places at the head of public affairs such a soi-disant know-it-all, who in reality knows nothing.

From early youth I endeavoured to read books in the right way and I was fortunate in having a good memory and intelligence to assist me. From that point of view my sojourn in Vienna was particularly useful and profitable. My experiences of everyday life there were a constant stimulus to study the most diverse problems from new angles. Inasmuch as I was in a position to put theory to the test of reality and reality to the test of theory, I was safe from the danger of pedantic theorizing on the one hand and, on the other, from being too impressed by the superficial aspects of reality.

The experience of everyday life at that time determined me to make a fundamental theoretical study of two most important questions outside of the social question.

It is impossible to say when I might have started to make a thorough study of the doctrine and characteristics of Marxism were it not for the fact that I then literally ran head foremost into the problem.

What I knew of Social Democracy in my youth was precious little and that little was for the most part wrong. The fact that it led the struggle for universal suffrage and the secret ballot gave me an inner satisfaction; for my reason then told me that this would weaken the Habsburg regime, which I so thoroughly detested. I was convinced that even if it should sacrifice the German element the Danubian State could not continue to exist. Even at the price of a long and slow Slaviz-ation of the Austrian Germans the State would secure no guarantee of a really durable Empire; because it was very questionable if and how far the Slavs possessed the necessary capacity for constructive politics.

Therefore I welcomed every movement that might lead towards the final disruption of that impossible State which had decreed that it would stamp out the German character in ten millions of people. The more this babel of tongues wrought discord and disruption, even in the Parliament, the nearer the hour approached for the dissolution of this Babylonian Empire. That would mean the liberation of my German Austrian people, and only then would it become possible for them to be re-united to the Motherland.

Accordingly I had no feelings of antipathy towards the actual policy of the Social Democrats. That its avowed purpose was to raise the level of the working classes – which in my ignorance I then foolishly believed – was a further reason why I should speak in favour of Social Democracy rather than against it. But the features that contributed most to estrange me from the Social Democratic movement was its hostile attitude towards the struggle for the conservation of Germanism in Austria, its lamentable cocotting with the Slav ‘comrades’, who received these approaches favourably as long as any practical advantages were forthcoming but otherwise maintained a haughty reserve, thus giving the importunate mendicants the sort of answer their behaviour deserved.

And so at the age of seventeen the word ‘Marxism’ was very little known to me, while I looked on ‘Social Democracy’ and ‘Socialism’ as synonymous expressions. It was only as the result of a sudden blow from the rough hand of Fate that my eyes were opened to the nature of this unparalleled system for duping the public.

Hitherto my acquaintance with the Social Democratic Party was only that of a mere spectator at some of their mass meetings. I had not the slightest idea of the social-democratic teaching or the mentality of its partisans. All of a sudden I was brought face to face with the products of their teaching and what they called their Weltanschhauung. In this way a few months sufficed for me to learn something which under other circumstances might have necessitated decades of study – namely, that under the cloak of social virtue and love of one’s neighbour a veritable pestilence was spreading abroad and that if this pestilence be not stamped out of the world without delay it may eventually succeed in exterminating the human race.

I first came into contact with the Social Democrats while working in the building trade.

From the very time that I started work the situation was not very pleasant for me. My clothes were still rather decent. I was careful of my speech and I was reserved in manner. I was so occupied with thinking of my own present lot and future possibilities that I did not take much of an interest in my immediate surroundings. I had sought work so that I shouldn’t starve and at the same time so as to be able to make further headway with my studies, though this headway might be slow. Possibly I should not have bothered to be interested in my companions were it not that on the third or fourth day an event occurred which forced me to take a definite stand. I was ordered to join the trade union.

At that time I knew nothing about the trades unions. I had had no opportunity of forming an opinion on their utility or inutility, as the case might be. But when I was told that I must join the union I refused. The grounds which I gave for my refusal were simply that I knew nothing about the matter and that anyhow I would not allow myself to be forced into anything. Probably the former reason saved me from being thrown out right away. They probably thought that within a few days I might be converted’ and become more docile. But if they thought that they were profoundly mistaken. After two weeks I found it utterly impossible for me to take such a step, even if I had been willing to take it at first. During those fourteen days I came to know my fellow workmen better, and no power in the world could have moved me to join an organization whose representatives had meanwhile shown themselves in a light which I found so unfavourable.

During the first days my resentment was aroused.

At midday some of my fellow workers used to adjourn to the nearest tavern, while the others remained on the building premises and there ate their midday meal, which in most cases was a very scanty one. These were married men. Their wives brought them the midday soup in dilapidated vessels. Towards the end of the week there was a gradual increase in the number of those who remained to eat their midday meal on the building premises. I understood the reason for this afterwards. They now talked politics.

This isn't how it works here, janny. You don't leave a thread that's made more than a day before the other falls off the board. Especially not one made by a retard from /vg/.

>>12734582
>being this butthurt because some /vg/ person made a thread on /jp/
Why are you so butthurt?

>>12734607
Please don't reply to harunafag.

http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm25000287

Nishimura Fleet defeats E-4

http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm25000905

Wants Myoukou drops, gets rare Destroyers instead

>>12734608
Who's a Harunafag, you cross shit? Honestly, it's enough that you idiots are here, now we have a borrowed janitor. You think I wouldn't spam any really early thread protected by a janny?
>>12734607
Who are you quoting? Also reported.

I drank my bottle of milk and ate my morsel of bread somewhere on the outskirts, while I circumspectly studied my environment or else fell to meditating on my own harsh lot. Yet I heard more than enough. And I often thought that some of what they said was meant for my ears, in the hope of bringing me to a decision. But all that I heard had the effect of arousing the strongest antagonism in me. Everything was disparaged – the nation, because it was held to be an invention of the ‘capitalist’ class (how often I had to listen to that phrase!); the Fatherland, because it was held to be an instrument in the hands of the bourgeoisie for the exploitation of’ the working masses; the authority of the law, because that was a means of holding down the proletariat; religion, as a means of doping the people, so as to exploit them afterwards; morality, as a badge of stupid and sheepish docility. There was nothing that they did not drag in the mud.

At first I remained silent; but that could not last very long. Then I began to take part in the discussion and to reply to their statements. I had to recognize, however, that this was bound to be entirely fruitless, as long as I did not have at least a certain amount of definite information about the questions that were discussed. So I decided to consult the source from which my interlocutors claimed to have drawn their so-called wisdom. I devoured book after book, pamphlet after pamphlet.

Meanwhile, we argued with one another on the building premises. From day to day I was becoming better informed than my companions in the subjects on which they claimed to be experts. Then a day came when the more redoubtable of my adversaries resorted to the most effective weapon they had to replace the force of reason. This was intimidation and physical force. Some of the leaders among my adversaries ordered me to leave the building or else get flung down from the scaffolding. As I was quite alone I could not put up any physical resistance; so I chose the first alternative and departed, richer however by an experience.

I went away full of disgust; but at the same time so deeply moved that it was quite impossible for me to turn my back on the whole situation and think no more about it. When my anger began to calm down the spirit of obstinacy got the upper hand and I decided that at all costs I would get back to work again in the building trade. This decision became all the stronger a few weeks later, when my little savings had entirely run out and hunger clutched me once again in its merciless arms. No alternative was left to me. I got work again and had to leave it for the same reasons as before.

Then I asked myself: Are these men worthy of belonging to a great people? The question was profoundly disturbing; for if the answer were ‘Yes’, then the struggle to defend one’s nationality is no longer worth all the trouble and sacrifice we demand of our best elements if it be in the interests of such a rabble. On the other hand, if the answer had to be ‘No – these men are not worthy of the nation’, then our nation is poor indeed in men. During those days of mental anguish and deep meditation I saw before my mind the ever-increasing and menacing army of people who could no longer be reckoned as belonging to their own nation.

It was with quite a different feeling, some days later, that I gazed on the interminable ranks, four abreast, of Viennese workmen parading at a mass demonstration. I stood dumbfounded for almost two hours, watching that enormous human dragon which slowly uncoiled itself there before me. When I finally left the square and wandered in the direction of my lodgings I felt dismayed and depressed. On my way I noticed the Arbeiterzeitung (The Workman’s Journal) in a tobacco shop. This was the chief press-organ of the old Austrian Social Democracy. In a cheap café, where the common people used to foregather and where I often went to read the papers, the Arbeiterzeitung was also displayed. But hitherto I could not bring myself to do more than glance at the wretched thing for a couple of minutes: for its whole tone was a sort of mental vitriol to me. Under the depressing influence of the demonstration I had witnessed, some interior voice urged me to buy the paper in that tobacco shop and read it through. So I brought it home with me and spent the whole evening reading it, despite the steadily mounting rage provoked by this ceaseless outpouring of falsehoods.

>>12734632
>>12734635
>>12734639
>>12734645
Is this the '3 people kidnap a schoolgirl and hold her captive' story, based off that real life incident?

I now found that in the social democratic daily papers I could study the inner character of this politico-philosophic system much better than in all their theoretical literature.

For there was a striking discrepancy between the two. In the literary effusions which dealt with the theory of Social Democracy there was a display of high-sounding phraseology about liberty and human dignity and beauty, all promulgated with an air of profound wisdom and serene prophetic assurance; a meticulously-woven glitter of words to dazzle and mislead the reader. On the other hand, the daily Press inculcated this new doctrine of human redemption in the most brutal fashion. No means were too base, provided they could be exploited in the campaign of slander. These journalists were real virtuosos in the art of twisting facts and presenting them in a deceptive form. The theoretical literature was intended for the simpletons of the soi-disant intellectuals belonging to the middle and, naturally, the upper classes. The newspaper propaganda was intended for the masses.

This probing into books and newspapers and studying the teachings of Social Democracy reawakened my love for my own people. And thus what at first seemed an impassable chasm became the occasion of a closer affection.

Having once understood the working of the colossal system for poisoning the popular mind, only a fool could blame the victims of it. During the years that followed I became more independent and, as I did so, I became better able to understand the inner cause of the success achieved by this Social Democratic gospel. I now realized the meaning and purpose of those brutal orders which prohibited the reading of all books and newspapers that were not ‘red’ and at the same time demanded that only the ‘red’ meetings should be attended. In the clear light of brutal reality I was able to see what must have been the inevitable consequences of that intolerant teaching.
>>12734657
Cement girl? Yes.

The psyche of the broad masses is accessible only to what is strong and uncompromising. Like a woman whose inner sensibilities are not so much under the sway of abstract reasoning but are always subject to the influence of a vague emotional longing for the strength that completes her being, and who would rather bow to the strong man than dominate the weakling – in like manner the masses of the people prefer the ruler to the suppliant and are filled with a stronger sense of mental security by a teaching that brooks no rival than by a teaching which offers them a liberal choice. They have very little idea of how to make such a choice and thus they are prone to feel that they have been abandoned. They feel very little shame at being terrorized intellectually and they are scarcely conscious of the fact that their freedom as human beings is impudently abused; and thus they have not the slightest suspicion of the intrinsic fallacy of the whole doctrine. They see only the ruthless force and brutality of its determined utterances, to which they always submit.

If Social Democracy should be opposed by a more truthful teaching, then even, though the struggle be of the bitterest kind, this truthful teaching will finally prevail provided it be enforced with equal ruthlessness.

Within less than two years I had gained a clear understanding of Social Democracy, in its teaching and the technique of its operations.

>>12734608

But I do not increase quite bauxite
Do not what to do?

Move here
>>12734813
>>12734813

>>12734820
This thread is okay, the spammer will get tired at some point.

I told you guys to move here but you didn't listen so look what happened.

>>12734803
Who needs bauxite? Just stay at regencap and you'll be fine.

I wonder when they'll nerf CLT's. They're just too OP to be part of the IJN fleet.

>edition
>>12734911
Let me know if I missed anything.

>>12734916
Too bad a clumsy maid we have is nowhere as cute as a 2D one.

>>12734907
H bomb too OP plz nerf.

>>12734803
>he married Houshou
Good man

>>12734763
You know, I've always thought Haruna reminded me more of a dog than a cat. Why no Haruwan?

If my best BBs are only doing scratch damage to destroyers in E4 am I totally fucked?

Finally, what should I do next?

>>12735196
Level her to 150.

>>12735198
Give me a ring to spare.

>>12735198
That would require marriage.

>>12735196
Repair her you bastard.

>>12735196
Oboro turn to get to 99.

>>12735204
If you know what I mean.

>>12735198
I wish there was a way to level ships beyond 150.

I don't want bonuses or anything, I just want to be able to raise my the flagship of my heart as much as I can.

>>12735201
>>12735203
Just sell your boypussy.

>>12735209
Oh I know exactly what you mean and I'm going to need a bucket for it.

>>12735211
And then her normal repair time would take a week.

Are there any seaplanes?
Those look funny.

Am I doing something wrong or is E-2 completely RNG?
I killed the boss 3 times in a row and on the final kill I've been stuck for at least 20 sorties. I've come close to killing it maybe twice since then.

>>12735241
the boss gains something along the lines of 40 hp and 15 armour for final kill at your level. Ditch the torpedoes and try again.

>>12735246
Are the torpedos sub par damage or is double attack during night battle just generally better?
I can never find anything regarding optimal equipment for ships except LoS requirements.

>>12735241
2 guns one torp is a mixed cut in, which is a chance at 2x hits of 130%. If you want to do a cut-in, use 2x torps for a chance at 2x hits of 150%. However, I would suggest you use double attack for those dd's instead as they're all low luck. If you have any high luck dd, you can bring her with a torp cut in and place her at the bottom of the fleet.

>>12735241
>yuubari
>seaplane
why?

>>12735256
LoS requirement, I tried it without it and I was sent back to base. Did it with it, was sent to boss node every time.

>>12735254
Alright, so should I give all my DDs 2 10cm HA's, or should I go with red guns?

>>12735259
Use more radars on DDs instead.

>>12735272
I would, if I had any. I'm improvising.

Is Sub farming on E-4 efficient for grinding? Seems rather low on exp compared to 3-2-A only difference is that it's reliable and mindless to fatigue grind.

>>12735241
Are you using support expedition? Even killing one or two of the minions helps. Also, if you have yasen equipment I'd replace a torpedo or two.

>>12735297
Unfortunately no yasen equipment,
I've done support expedition every time.

It's like E-4 wants me to have an Ooyodo with command facility. Every time I go there, there's always one ship that gets in the red for pre-boss node. Anyway to avoid this for TTK's who don't have her?

>>12735306
I did E-4 without it.

>>12735308
It's annoying, though. Command facility makes things so much easier.

It's essentially a free retry, especially when you're chipping.

>>12735315
You could put repair fairies for each ship in both fleets, but that would severely hamper your firepower.

This is finally up to date.

>>12735262
10cm HA's are main guns, so those will do just fine. 3rd slot can be anything as long as it isn't a torpedo or another main/secondary gun. Radar is best, turbines are ok, asw if you have literally nothing else.

>>12735326
Nowaki and Maikaze seem suspicious there.

>>12735326
>Maikaze and Nowachi looking at each other

>>12735331
Tossed sonar on everyone with empty slots and just gave them 10cm HAs.
Hopefully this'll work out, gonna try now.

Thanks for the help!

>>12735326
Poor Akigumo.

>>12734994
I'd plow through her

>>12735326
Kagerou Collection. Gotta catch'em all.

Arashi when?

>>12735340
gay

What formation should I use for E3 preboss node?

>>12735355
The formation that you always use.

>>12735355
Line ahead. Kill them before they kill you.

>>12735355
Listen to Isokaze.

>>12735355
Double Line

Who are the ships you need to grind the most?
I still have yet to work on Ayanami, Ooyodo, and Akizuki.

>>12735384
Nowaki and Furutaka. Done with Akizuki, and Asagumo's going to be on expedition duty.

>>12735384
Bismarck, Hiei and Haruna. Then I'll have all BBs in the game (save Musashi, who is still sitting at level 4 since Fall '13) at level 99.

Mikasa, Shinano with slide remodel into battleship option, Asahi with slide remodel into repair ship option, Settsu+Yakaze team-up, Tirpitz, Scharnhorst, Gneisenau when?

>>12735384
Yamashit
Ushio
Asagumo
Nowaki
Prinz Eugen

Sure is slow with just daily PVP

batoru!

>>12735384
Akiduki and Eugene

>>12735400
Why is Konishi so shit?

>>12735406
He kinda redeemed himself with Haruna Kai ni and Asagumo but yeah he's a shadow of his former pre kai ni self.

>>12735408
>Asagumo
She is Fujikawa ship.
Konishi newest ship is Nowaki.

>>12735408
Nowaki you mean. Asagumo wasn't by him.

>>12735413
>>12735411
Well now. I still stand by that his art has been getting better compared to the travesties that were the kongous kai ni.

>>12735419
His arts have been always up and down, just that people tend to remember his more popular ships.
Most of his non Kagerou class DDs were pretty crappy tbh.

>>12735419
Konishi hates all the kongou except for Haruna.
Just look at Nowaki, she is great. Konishi dead is exaggerated.

>>12735306
I don't know how people have it so easy with E4, I either get a red ship pre-boss node and I don't have ooyodo, or I manage to make it to the boss but I can never do enough damage and even though everything is 4 or 5 stars most of my ships can only do chip damage to not even the boss mobs but shitty destroyers. Is this just really bad RNG?
this is like my 7th attempt at boss and I finally only manage to scratch the bar a little. Unfortunately my CLTs are only kai.

>>12735430
>Unfortunately my CLTs are only kai
I found your problem.
You are supposed to be starting with half the enemy fleet dead.

>>12735430
>Unfortunately my CLTs are only kai.

Found your problem. CLT Kai Ni really helps clearing out the trash ships so you're fleet can concentrate on the boss. Better power level them before event's done.

>>12735430
You had 2 weeks to level them to K2. You have no one but yourself to blame.

They need to nerf the torpedo lesbians.

>>12735437
I came back to the game just before the event started.

>>12735437
You had 4 months to join Kancolle. Where's your Shinden Kai?

Composition for Souryuu's kai ni quest on 4-3?
2CV 2 DD + 2CA? Do I give both my DD ASW stuff and go double line at boss?

It's actually pityful hhow people here can rant so much about a good OP and when the time comes they do nothing t pprevent people to move to these shitty threads. In a sense, they are as stupid as the people who make early threads or the people who inmediatly migrate to then like sheeps.

inb4, make a thread then. On yeah right, I'd have done it at the moment the other thread got deleted, not now, when our reatards jannytors would have an excuse to delete it.

>>12735445
I thought it was a shitty browser game.
I only joined the bandwagon after comiket.

>>12735441
They were already nerf twice.
1) Increased consumption
2) Cant use artillery spotting

>>12735448
Unfounded skepticism is such a debilitating flaw of the human race.

>>12735445
That's retarded. The event was in May and the game started service in April. Do you even basic subtraction? Actually, that doesn't even matter, because you've completely missed the point-
Oh wait you're just a shitposter.

>>12735444
Why didn't you start leveling your CLTs? If you came back before the event, that's even longer than 2 weeks.

>>12735450
>2) Cant use artillery spotting
Hardly. It's not like you're going to use seaplanes and red guns on them.

>>12735450
>Cant use artillery spotting

Now that's something useless

>>12735450
Not him but I think it's stupid that I can't complete the event because I don't have torpedo cruisers leveled. What if I love my other ships? why can't I beat the event with them instead? Why must I have the perfect elite setup for events.

>>12735454
No, I thought the Shinden event was Summer instead of Spring, you shitty retard.

Learn to think before spewing your bullshit.

>>12735454
Because there's other ships I like.

>>12735459
You can use any shitty ship you like, except for the CLT kai2.

>>12735459
You can beat the event without CLT. Just more difficult.

>>12735459
>>12735462
No one's stopping you from using your favorite ships. Just don't expect to clear a specific map with them alone. Simple as that.

>>12735460
Why are you angry? You're the retard who's spewing shit. Go crawl back into that shithole you came out of.

>>12735462
So where are the CAs? They can clear the map too.

>>12735466
>>12735467
>>12735468
The problem is I just got into a fairly high HQ level but my ships are still comparitively low leveled so I can't really deal with the new difficulty increase that well yet.
Or maybe I'm just a kuso ttk.

>>12735473
>Or maybe I'm just a kuso ttk.

Most reasonable thing you've posted yet.

>>12735470
If my best BBs that are higher leveled than my CAs can't scratch non elite destroyers I doubt the CAs can.

>>12735455
>>12735457
Before artillery spotting and LoS there were exactly zero reason to use them over CLT.
Now you have to balance your fleet for LoS and seaplane. CLTs are also made of paper so CA(V) are almost on par with CLT nowadays.
Myoukou can hit as hard as Kitakami-sama.

>>12735473
>Or maybe I'm just a kuso ttk.
More like a really whiny one. You'll beat it if you keep at it.

>>12735473
> fairly high HQ level
It's hard to believe that you're above 78, but don't have some good CAs and CLTs levelled.

>>12735475
CAs have better accuracy. Why don't you try these things on your own? Goddamn.

>>12735474
How do I into kancolle? I just leveled the ships I liked and did maps normally, does this mean I fail at the game?

>>12735475
Combined fleet magic helps.
>>12735477
That's not a nerf but a buff to the others.

>>12735480
HQ 90+ most of my ships are 30-50 with some 60s

>>12735478
Running out of time.

>>12735482
Yes. You've spectacularly failed at collection part of Kantai Collection. Go whine elsewhere. I'm sure Himeuta would love to hear you out.

>>12735482
You fail if you don't bring Nowaki and Asagumo home.

>>12735484
>Running out of time.
Time is irrelevant. Only resources count.
>HQ 90+ most of my ships are 30-50 with some 60s
What have you been doing?

>>12735485
No thanks, I'm not as stupid as himeuta, I just played the game normally.

>>12735484
>Running out of time.
You have 4 more fucking days to go.

>>12735488
Clearing maps and leveling ships I like. My mutsuki's are 30+

>>12735488
>HQ 90+ most of my ships are 30-50 with some 60s
Subslaver detected
Good riddance

>>12735495
Sound more like he was farming 1-5 for subs and exp.

>>12735494
>My mutsuki's are 30+

Jesus christ, of all things to level you had to pick the bottom of the barrel.

>>12735494
You're not supposed to level all your girls at once. And lvl30 is nothing.
>>12735495
There's nothing wrong with slaving slaves.

>>12735495
What's wrong with using subs? I use them to clear dailies.

>>12735498
I did this, was that bad? I started playing cause I wanted bismarck.

>>12735500
They're cute.

>>12735501
>Game made to collect and level cute girls
>can't level them all at once
What's the point then?

>>12735502
>I did this, was that bad? I started playing cause I wanted bismarck.
Yes it was, if you went to the boss node every time.

>>12735505
Its the only way to get hachi isn't it? I remember you need 3-4 unique subs to be able to complete the quest for Z1.

>>12735504
You need to choose a few from each class to focus on. You can always go back to the others when they're strong enough.

>>12735506
You can get all the subs from crafting, aside from Iku.

>>12735507
So for a hq level of 90+, what ideally should be main ship levels be? also 90+? I've been using 32A to level, I have up to 3-3 and 4-3 unlocked.

>>12735506
She's rare on lower HQ levels.

>>12735509
Yea iku that's the one, I remember there was one I had to farm 1-5 for.

>>12735511
You should've had a couple of BB Kai Ni's and CV Kai's by now for starters. I can only explain so much without seeing your entire fleet roster.

>>12735506
I got 2Hachi from just trying for Asagumo.
1-5 isn't the only map for them. You can just get all the subs from just playing the game normally and doing daily crafting.

>>12735511
Several 75-90 should be safe.

>>12735514
You don't really need to rush everything just to get enough subs for the Z1 quest.
Even if you completed that quest, getting Bismarck is going to be a long, painful road ahead.
It would be better to take it easy and play the game normally.

>>12735511
80+ is enough.

>>12735519
I know, I already failed 20+ bismarck tries.

>>12735515
How kuso am I? Am I fucked or can I fix this?

>>12735535
Oyah HQ 94 btw.

>>12735535
Your taste in girls is lacking.

>>12735538
I'm sorry, I'm trying.

>>12735535
Pretty well balanced but the levels are not high enough overall.
And not enough kai 2.
>>12735543
Shit taste incurable though.

>>12735547
There's too many to level, I can't do it all at once.
All I really care about are the fumikane girls though, I'm left with bismarck and taihou, to be honest, I'm ok with not completing E4 but I mean it would be nice to.

>>12735535
If you haven't even completed the Z1 quest yet you can't get Bismarck. Again as the other anon say, just take it easy, you'll get there one day.

>>12735555
He has a Z1 and Z3. He could get Bismarck with luck in LSC.

>>12735556
My fucking bad. All these 1-5 talk made me thinking he is still looking for hachi.

>>12735555
He's Shimakaze-kun.

>>12735560
1-5 talk was before when I first started when I was farming for subs so I could do the Z1 quest asap. Of course LSC isn't kind so i'm still trying for bismarck and taihou.

>>12735552
Easiest way is just focusing on the girls with good Kai 2, so at least you would have a dependable fleet to clear hard maps and events.
And try to unlock 5-4 if you haven't, it's a good place to power leveling some girls, especially BB or CV ones.

>>12735552
The general rule is
1BB
4CV
4CVL
3CLT
2CAV
2CA
6DD
You are set

>>12735571
>1BB
What?
>4CVL
That's too many.
>3CLT
You only need two.

>>12735575
3CLT can get the job done and much more.

>>12735575
And he doesn't even mention any CLs.

>>12735581
Kiso isn't needed.

>>12735584
She helps. Why are you limiting your options?

>>12735582
Generally you only need 1CL for combined fleet but you can get 2just to be safe.
Judging from current event and past event, BB is hardly important.

>>12735582
They're pretty useless.
>>12735589
Because he needs to limit the number of ships to level.

>>12735516
Asagumo? What map?

>>12735571
The general rule is
level a few ships each class decently
You are set

CA is what most people ignore and you can see it on this guy as well.
>>12735581
>>12735589
She helps but not necessary. At his state the exp is better spent to level other ship from other classes.

>>12735593
Got like 2hachi, 4maruyu, a page of boat and 0 Asasgumo from E3 before giving up. I switched over to E2 and got her.

I can't seem to load Kancolle.
Is it down?

>>12735651
no

>>12735651
Enjoy your ban

I'm so glad I got Asagumo as E-3 final kill drop, knowing my shitty luck I'd spend the rest of the event's duration trying to get her.

>>12735689
4 days left and still nothing but Fusous and Maruyu.

If I have to choose between farming akashi for 1 more ship repair or farming ooyodo for fleet command center which should I farm?
I could also use whale and pyon.

>>12735758
Akashi drops in normal maps, Ooyodo doesn't.

>>12735758
Ooyodo because she's useful too.

For E4, does everyone just settle with air parity until the final battle? How many Reppuus did you equip?

>>12735816
I wen full Reppu on Kaga and Taiho, but it doesn't much matter. Air superiority on boss means that you get to daytime double attack the capital ships and potentially sink them, eschewing it means you get four more attacks from your CVs, which potentially sinks the small fry.

Pretty much equal either way.

>>12735602
I did E2 for around 200~ buckets and 30k fuel before seeing Asagumo. I'll settle on that but I wish I had picked up Hachi ;_;

>>12735845
But the air calculator said you need more than 500FP to get AS at the boss. That's impossible with 2 CVs.

>>12735816
Achieving AS on E-4 boss isn't worth it - you need something like 400 AS. You can get parity while also having a Saiun to prevent red-T. Once you get the boss down to the last kill it is much easier to deal with. You escort fleet + support should be able to take out the trash so your main fleet can focus on the big ships.

>>12735856
Fuck.

How do I escape the wrath of Yorktown?

>>12735858
You just have to sort of slog your way through the first 85% until the boss goes to final form. Once you get to that point it is much easier. I used 3 CLT in my escort fleet + support. The runs where I did well usually ended up with the support shelling + initial torps taking out all the trash or seriously wounding one of the carriers.

>>12735863
Doesn't 3CLT run the risk of having to go through an additional node?

>>12735241
What's the point of Yuubari flagship? If you still haven't cleared E2, put some DD you like there and equip her with 3 torps. Even with 12 luck, flagship spot has decent chances of night cut-in which can potentially wreck DD Hime. Love stat is all you need.

>>12735864
Nope.
Having more than 4 large ships does though.
Then again I was using CV combine fleet. I heard it has different requirement for surface fleet.

>>12735896
CV combined? Is that what the wiki calls quick response fleet?

>>12735864
You should go C-D/E-G-J with 3 CLT. There is no other route with fewer battles.

>>12735864
>>12735896
3CLT will sometimes crisscross the nodes before Yorktown using surface fleet with 3BBV2CAV1CV. Used that setup and the only thing that can prevent you from making a clean kill on the final form is either Yorktown herself or an unfavorable formation like head-on or getting T-crossed.

>>12735899
Yeah, the one with CV icon.

>>12735901
I am using 2 CLTs going C-D/E-G-J, because the wiki claims that using 3 CLTs may make divert from D to E. As >>12735902 said.

I just made a clean kill, the boss is extremely easy as both Yamatos are easily capable of killing her in day battle but fuck that cockblocking Yorktown and her hellcats.

>>12735906
0 diversions with 3 CLTs for me but I wasn't using a surface fleet. Pic is final kill. 0 damage getting to the boss, 7 damage (to Musashi) from the initial air exchange, support crushed the enemy fleet, and night battle was a gimme.

>>12735902
No.
Crisscross is first fleet only.
You cannot have more than 5big ships in your first fleet.
戦艦、航戦、重巡、航巡 > 4 then you are fuck. You will always get G->J with just 1CV.

>>12735909
It doesn't matter since I already cleared E4. Even if you crisscrossed or not, if Yorktown wants to fuck you silly, then there's nothing you can do so there really isn't much difference if you take the long or short route.

It seems that whining in /jp/ magic still works. I got Asagumo in E-2 after complaining here. See you at Leyte event I guess.

So, when does this event ends again? Today? Tomorrow?

>>12735980

4 days more. Read the twitter.

>>12735980
Dec 1st

>>12735983
Good. Still not the time to fall into despair.

>>12735988
You aiming for something?

>>12735980
One look at the OP would have told you. Oh wait, it would have if it weren't such shit. Good job, janny.

>>12735992
Still no Asagumo and haven't cleared E3 yet.

Fuck this shit, i want submarines i will try the submarine tomorrow

Event ship farming is truly the shittest part of events, not regen gauge, not double BB hime, not Yorktown cockblock.

Cleared E-4 yesterday and got my Nowaki. I'm kind of excited because this is the first event I've actually completed. Time for E-5, I need Kiyoshimo, Akashi, and a couple other Yuugumos.

>>12736046
I hope you like Fusous.

So whats the best kinda team?
I have 2DD,1CL,1CA,1BB,1CVL is that a well rounded team or should I switch some out?

>>12736066
There isn't one 'team'. Different maps call for different compositions.

All ships are needed, however in the recent months CLs have been seeing notably less importance than the rest.

If you're just starting out, concentrating on a few BBs and CVs can really make map clearing much easier. But eventually you'll need to level the rest as well.

In the past, you never needed more than two core teams and some extra ships for support, however with map locking and combined fleet mechanics, having a huge roster of good ships is actually necessary now.

>>12736066
Like he >>12736092 said, you need diverse fleet. Just ask people to post their first 2-3 pages of ships to see what you usually need to have.

>>12736092
Subs have been faring even worse than CLs in terms of irrelevancy. No one even does Orel cruising anymore.

>>12736104
> No one even does Orel cruising anymore.
I do though, quite often. 500-600 fuel/hour is unreachable by doing expeditions.

>>12736107

So you have to bully your subs so that they are relevant?

>>12736107
Problem is, unless you're going for rankings, there's not much use for all that fuel.

Expanding on this, I'm an Octoberfag and even though I stopped seriously playing three months ago I still have more than enough ships to handle all the events so far. Those mechanics were a good step forward to give meaning to the collection veterans have amassed but it hasn't been enough IMO.

There just isn't much to do after a certain point that feels meaningful, and this is something I think Kancolle does much worse than other similar card collection games. The other thing that I feel really hurts the player retention and motivation to keep playing is the complete non-existence of the social aspect of the game. I mean seriously, we can't even add friends? Meanwhile other collection games have referral systems, trade and economy, actual communities and activities that require a friend or friends. And of course a goddamn friends list.

I seriously have no idea why the devs have been dragging their feet so long on that goddamn greyed out friends function. At this point, having even a rudimentary social system where we can interact with other players would make me incredibly, incredibly excited to play this game again, more so than new events, mechanics or all that other bullshit.

>No Miscellaneous in OP
Thanks for nothing. Can someone just start a new, real thread?

>>12736120
I need LSC.

>>12736152
Fuck that shit. You don't need it. At the most, you just get enough Maruyus to get KTKM's luck to a nice level and call it a day.

I think LSC is one of the laziest ways the devs could have done a veteran's resource sink. It is literally exactly the same as normal construction but with more zeroes.

>>12736120
Pretty sure the friend thing got scrapped long ago.

>>12736157

Other than the friend function, what else can you suggest the dev to make the gaming more interesting?

>>12736157
If my Prinz Chiyo wants her Bismarck-neesama then by god I will her what she wants.

>>12736159
Got a source? That would be hugely disappointing.

>>12736157
You don't have to feed Maruyuus to KTKM, you know. There is no way she's your most favourite girl.

>>12736164
Her name is Eugene not Chiyo.

>>12736175
Her name is Oigen, not Eugene. Learn German.

>>12736178
I believe America won the war, not Germany.

>>12736180
German Engineering is still supreme, however.

>>12736163
More activities than just goddamn sortieing and expeditions. I'm tired of all that shit.

Minigames you can play with your secretary. Minigame stats which are separate from combat stats or personality 'stats' which can affect how a shipgirl plays in a minigame and differentiate girls who may not have stellar combat stats. A more in-depth crafting system with more crafting components and different ways to get them. Maybe even furniture crafting, naval base improvements and other customisations that give small or large bonuses when you're sortieing/doing expeditions/playing minigames. Extremely hard maps that you have to team up and work together with others to complete.

And of course, all these side activities should reward unique and valuable materials, equipment and consumables that you can't get anywhere else.

>>12736164
Waifu gets what Waifu wants

Is Bismarck worth spending resources into LSC?

>>12736164
I was referring more to when you've already defeated LSC.

>>12736171
Well yeah, but KTKM is probably the shipgirl that benefits the most from Maruyus. I guess you could farm some more to improve your waifu's night battle ability, but that's about it.

>>12736197
The game will close down before I can beat LSC. Only LSC exclusives I've gotten since February is Musashi, Maruyus, Yahagi, and Agano.

>>12736186
That would make Kancolle an actual game and sounds like it would require effort in implementing, which the devs don't really want.

I want to lick Shiratsuyu's armpit so much its getting unhealthy.

>>12736218
Shiratswhoyu?

>>12736186

>A more in-depth crafting system with more crafting components

I believe that has been done with Akashi's new factory. They will add in new mechanics gradually.


>Minigames you can play with your secretary. Minigame stats which are separate from combat stats or personality 'stats' which can affect how a shipgirl plays in a minigame and differentiate girls who may not have stellar combat stats.
>And of course, all these side activities should reward unique and valuable materials, equipment and consumables that you can't get anywhere else.

I wouldn't like extra grinding mini game in kancolle. I think the daily and weekly quest has done that well. I don't want it to turn into another grinding mobile games that is saturated in the market right now.

When I open kancolle, I feel relaxed, and in control of what I should do in the game. More grinding will just ruin it.

What I have in mind is something that TTK 100 and above can access. A very small thing, for example, sea view from the HQ, with your secretary.

>Extremely hard maps that you have to team up and work together with others to complete.

Now this is something that is quite good. But again, it would require the friend function. When the dev implement that function, I believe that this kind of map will be made eventually.

Overall I think the devs still handle the game quite well, i.e. using the doujin to draw new players into the game, and make new trophy DDs to force you to spend money to expand the slot without changing the vibe of the game too much.

Is 4/6/6/2 still the most popular Bismarck recipe?

>>12736229
> Now this is something that is quite good.
I'd hate it with passion. I don't know any players besides people in the thread, and I'd rather shoot myself then ask help here.

>>12736238

I think part of the reason the devs not implementing the friend function is because they knew that most of their player base wouldn't like it.

>>12736246
>because they knew that most of their player base don't have any.
Fixed that for you.

>>12736214
You know, at the point when Kancolle blew up even more, getting an anime and collaborations, and when everyone was talking about it, I thought maybe it would turn into something more than just glorified dice rolling. I'm still holding out on the faint hope that it does.

>>12736229
>I believe that has been done with Akashi's new factory. They will add in new mechanics gradually.

Akashi's factory is a really shitty crafting mechanic. It's basically just cannibalizing equipment.

When I say in-depth, I really mean in-depth. A whole range of crafting materials, rare and common, with different grades. Different recipes that create similar equipment, but with different special effects or trade off one stat for another. Using certain combinations might yield unique effects. Maybe craftable special ammo instead of the sanshiki/ap shell 'equipment' that makes no sense right now.

>I wouldn't like extra grinding mini game in kancolle. I think the daily and weekly quest has done that well. I don't want it to turn into another grinding mobile games that is saturated in the market right now.

>When I open kancolle, I feel relaxed, and in control of what I should do in the game. More grinding will just ruin it.

Is sortieing and expedition not grinding as well? The issue here is that they're getting stale and they were never really fun or interactive to begin with.

When I open Kancolle, I feel like there is nothing interesting for me to do any more.

>>12736258
>>12736246

Because every Kancolle player is as antisocial as the people from /jp/

Run a few times E1, still no Akashi.

>>12736261
This entire idea of a in-depth crafting system is great and all, but it also directly impacts the combat mechanics of the game which will probably require an entire overhaul to make it go in line with the equipment crafted.

That being said, I wished that they actually did something like that for the Vita game, rather just a silly port over.

>>12736246
>>12736258
On what basis are you making this assertion on? Because of its aesthetic? Or are you just assuming that every Kancolle player must be like you?

>>12736278

Please don't just remind me. I actually hoped for once that something great and new would come from the japanese videogame industry.

I still feel down.

My third Noshiro but no Yahagis or Aganos.
I'm not even aiming for a big big ship.

>>12736261

Give time for Akashi to improve her factory. There are already rarity attached to each equipment, just that it means nothing more than the percentage you can get them from crafting.

>Using certain combinations might yield unique effects

Think Type 91 Anti-Aircraft Fire Director. It is a start. Which means the diversity of equipment crafting you are asking for is not really that far from now.

>Is sortieing and expedition not grinding as well?

Which is why I said "I think the daily and weekly quest has done that well." in my last post.

>When I open Kancolle, I feel like there is nothing interesting for me to do any more.

Don't know about you, I open it to see my ship girls most of the time other than event. Kancolle is never meant to be a game like Skyrim or other big title which has a lot of interaction (it is a browser game, mind you) and will never be. Devs are doing what they can within the scope of a browser game.

Kancolle sort of like a lot of Facebook games, just that it is more unique and we care about it.

>>12736291
Why are you doing LSC for Agano? Go do 5-4.

>>12736264
>>12736279

Don't know about you guys but I wouldn't recommend my friends to play a game with me that has all the girls stripping when getting damaged.

>>12736316
What kind of shitty friend are you? You gotta share the love!

>>12736316

You've just confirmed you don't even have friends.

>>12736316
Do your friends know that you browse /jp/?
If not, what do they know about you?
And if they know nothing about you, what kind of friends are those people?
Paid Facebook likes?

>>12736229
>I believe that has been done with Akashi's new factory. They will add in new mechanics gradually.
Here a fun fact, if you want to make 6x 10stars quints torpedoes from quads for your CLT you need entire year(at least 990 screws) of doing every single quest for screws or farm your ass with leveling 30x ktkm/ooi/kiso k2 to make it into quarter with about 280 screws instead.
It's nice bonus to make some extra equipment or kai your common cannons but I wouldn't relay on this to make 12x 20.3(3) cannons I'm aiming for because it would took me years, sorry Mikuma.

>>12736316
You just proved you don't have any friends anon

>>12736352

Never done the math but now that it's been presented it's hilarious how jew the devs have become.

It'll be even worst when something actually valuable shows up in the Akashi factory.

>>12736366
>something actually valuable shows up in the Akashi factory.
It already is, the Akizuki gun.

>>12736295
The issue is that from ground-up, Akashi's factory has been designed to be equipment cannibalization. The AA fire director is exactly the same. In fact, it is to me no different from the quests where you scrap Reppuus/Tenzans to make the magic versions.

The key aspect of a good and deep crafting system is the level of customisation and the resulting choices and compromises you have to make when deciding what to craft or how to craft, whether it be in resources, limited slots or stat trade-offs, whether you want the item to be very good at this or that, or be general purpose etc cetera. You have to think, maybe test and eventually make decisions. That is not the direction the Kancolle devs have been going in all their crafting updates and I highly doubt they will ever go that way.

How have the dailies and weeklies relieved the monotony of sorties and expeditions? For me, a few of the sortie ones are the worst-designed dailies and weeklies I've seen, because they require you to do things that you don't want to do, like kill bosses at a low-level area. They're tedious, and sometimes more trouble than they're worth.

I am not asking for an action game level of interaction. Let's not even go to the level of comparing it with other games from the same genre of card collection. The fact remains that sorties and expeditions are extremely shallow gameplay, and it's the only gameplay Kancolle has to offer.

Please elaborate on what you mean by the scope of a browser game.

>>12736371

Just to make sure, does that gun triggers the AA cut-in by itself or you need an anti-aircraft fire director anyway?

If it doesn't it's not that much of a good deal for me. Specially when it's only a gun for a DD.

>>12736385
Guess what the actual name of the gun is?

>>12736387

Yeah, but I don't want to jump at early conclusions.

>>12736390
You can always test it by yourself if you don't believe it.

>>12736381
You should try playing this game if you want autism. Oh boy it will satisfy it to the max and ask for more. HoI can't even remotely compare to it.

In the end, you're expecting too much from a browser game.

>>12736401
Or perhaps you are just content with mediocrity.

>>12736402
I'm simply not retarded enough to desire RTS level of gameplay from a flash app, unlike you.

Is 70k fuel enough to make Bismarck?

>>12736414
Yes. It took me just 20k.

>>12736409

>RTS

Guess you've never played a JRPG, otherwise you'd know this is what we are talking about

>>12736414
Is 70k$ enough to hit jackpot at Las Vegas' most rigged casino?

I like this game, but the stupid time factor kills me sometimes. Will the vita game also be a timed game?

>>12736409
I did not even mention a single thing about RTSes, but good job on that strawman.

>>12736422
>i like this game, but i hate everything about the game.

>>12736422

If this is a direct port of course it'll be.

>>12736425

That's just plain stupid, specially when most people start playing for the girls.

>>12736425
Isn't that the common feeling in most games?

>>12736432
Playing the wrong games.

>>12736430
It isn't. Do you like the games, or do you like the girls? They're not equivalent. You can't say you like the game when you hate the most fundamental aspect of it.

>>12736416
>>12736424
Intricate resource management is what RTS are all about, and both of you kept talking about it. JRPGs are "grind something till you get bored" type of thing, and Kancolle is quite similar to FE in this regard.

>>12736425
I never said I hate everything about it. I like the crafting and customizing parts. Also the fights and gathering. It's just that when I have to wait 4hours just for one ship I might not be able to play once the 4hours are done.

>>12736435

quoting yourself.

>i like this game, but i hate everything about the game.

I could agree with you if you said "I hate a big part of the game".

>>12736438

Yep, you've never played a good JRPG.

>>12736435
I dunno, I feel like I'm playing the right games.

>>12736443
I've played some JPRGs that people consider good, and all of them were grindfests.

Is it better to use girls for their stats or use them for their character?

>>12736454
Pick one that you like and then pick the rest on their stats

Seriously? she got it on Ta's node on 4-3

>>12736454
Love is the most important stat.

>>12736453

names of those JRPGs?

>>12736463
Most of FF and FE, Kamidori.

>>12736460
Love doesn't beat event maps. You waifufags need to leave.

>>12736465
Quick, name your favorite Kamidori scene

>>12736465
FE is more of a srpg since you don't really need the language

>>12736472
Bullshit, it wins every event map.

>>12736474
Skintight bodysuit.

>>12736472
You're honestly thinking so after this event?

>>12736432
Idunno, I mostly just love games I play.
The only games I like playing that I also hate playing are BlazBlue and LoL when my internet friends ask me to play League.
I fucking hate the game and everything about it but I have fun with it anyway. It takes a lot of pushing and shoving to get me to play but when I do I end up enjoying myself.
Kancolle, I just don't mind at all. It's just something to do in between doing other things. Grind 3-2-A 4 times times, do something else for a half an hour while morale regens. Manage expeditions Stuff like that. And the events I have fun with.
I do miss the sense I had when I first started. Clearing maps and struggling against resources was fun and I wanted to spend all my time actually playing it.
I really don't know why. I hate diceroll games and can't stand most JRPGs.
I think if they wanted to do anything with Kancolle to make it more than just a diceroll browser game, they'd have to make an entirely new game in the same universe with (at least some of) the same characters.

>>12736484
good man

>>12736465

>Kamidori Alchemy Meister.

Absolute Grindfest yeah, but it's jusst trying to mimic all style dungeon crawler gameplay like Wizardry. I wouldn't say it's good. It may be for very oldfags.

>Final Fantasy

Lots of divided opinions on this. Mine is, recent ones are shit, play FF V, VI and maybe IX. Anyway, what is good about FF are the trillion options they give to do the ame thing.

Fire Emblem.

They are shit as SRPGs.

Try playing:

- "Tales of" series
- Sting SRPGs
- The Atelier series might be good too.