As Mr. Paul Harvey would say .. and now.. 'the rest of the story'
Deep death came to me one day and says .. "ya know .. I would like to have a club for us guys where we can all gather and exchange tactics and make plans etc... so we can sink them smurfs properly! Lets call our club 'Red Tide' ".
Being an excited new player, I started up a web site called Red Tide .... To make a long and full story of this here would be too boring for the average reader .. however .. what we once knew as "Red Tide".. is now Tides of War. !!
The story you ask? Well.. Mr. Deep Death soon disappeared shortly after the real work started .. leaving Pioneer, Mongoose and I to do all the work! Damn deserters! So yes, If I ever find Deep Death, I'm gonna make him walk the plank!
Don't get the wrong idea, really, we love him and he was our mentor when it counted. I often wonder if he knows what his 'little club' turned out to be ... ..
Mr Deep Death always missed that era of the Wolfpack and wanted to bring it back somehow. At Red Tide we made his dream come back. We never reached the numbers the Wolfpack enjoyed playing with .. that is hundreds of players, but we did have the 'family' and loads of fun over a long period of time. Had the 'gods' not made a serious mistake, Iron Wolves would still rule the sea's today. Deep Death left us, MIA after a 'Saturday Night at the Fights" and we never seen nor heard from him since.
Should another Iron Wolves game every cross our path, I have no doubt the spirit of the old Wolfpack and Red Tide would surface again. But no matter my friends, we are still comrads and Capn's .. right here at Tides forever. Tides of War is your home port Capn's!