Having to get past the fact that this game was made in a time where pixel art wasn't a trendy bleached backside look at the newest retro feel pabst drinking merino wool douche fest. If you play it for the sim aspect and the terror you feel when you can't escape the swarm of patrol craft dropping a never ending supply of depth charges on you while you are alerted to how bad you are getting done real dirty by the shaking screen and the scream of the sound blaster audio alerting you to the fact that your battery is dead you launched your fake debris but they don't give any f**ks because they want to make sure the Mariana trench is the undisputed deeeeeepest terror pit on this planet. All of this because you slipped into their party pit and gave the Yamato a MkII electric torpedo enema for your shot at earning the Navy cross because you don't give no s**ts about anything other than the glory tasted only by ancient generals and admiral with names that echo undiminished by the thousands of years gone through the halls of our modern day institutions. Get this game or don't. If nothing else go thank a vet for your freedom to be a graphics snob flashy brainless obby loving b***h. This game should be mandatory to be played by all citizens under 18 at least 1000 hours before they are allowed to play fortnite, roblox, or heaven forbid Call of Duty where they terrorize middle age men trying to hold on to the fact that his brain is mushy and smooth but wants to believe he still has it. Despite the fact he knows he is holding on too tight and he has lost the edge. Kids get some culture. Develop some intestinal fortitude and embrace the suck of the days of VGA and let your dads shine every now and again like a bunch of paid actors and have that battle royale victory. Stay off drugs and stay in school. This review goes out to all the dads. Most of all the divorced dads playing the 90s rock playlist in the background grinding for that MLG glory. You're not alone we hear you brother. Chat....clip that.