Paul Drye

Then they go into politics.

Remember this handy guide!

Thanks!

Not quite, I think. I was using this arrangement yesterday and couldn't quite pull it off. It needs about 400m/s extra oomph.

Yours is better than mine Would you mind very much if I changed my avatar to this one?

'...tell you what. I'll just list what isn't a problem. It'll take less time.'

Naw, man. Then this sketch would make no sense:

Here, lemme fix that for you....

Good user name

Howdy, Lucas.

Guys! Guys! I figured out how Bob, Bill, and Jebediah keep coming back for missions! I found this in their personal effects with a label that said 'Dad':

Hello! Or, as we say in my country, 'Hello!' I am Kernstantin Aleksandker Kervanovitch, head of the KERP-DERP Space Program. Perhaps you kerpitalist scum fellow engineers have been saying to yourself 'Our rocket launches are beset on all sides by wreckers who seek to keep us from glorious space travel like some kind of ravening beet weasels!' I know I have. Or at least I did until the other day when I decided that the rodina had had enough of their kernanigans. Traitors would reveal themselves by complaining about 'wanting to go home' or 'have to go bathroom'. Little did they know that I am a loyal KERP-DERPian, and am not just saying that because of hidden KerGB microphone in office. No! It was time to clean house. So I, K.A. Kervanovitch, develop the Kermunist Surprise I: Not look like much, you say? Look completely innocent? Correct! Is having no suspicions for anyone! But Kermunist Surprise I is series of solid fuel boosters attached to side with series of radial connectors for easy dropping. Play naughty games with staging sequence, fire liquid fuel engine to clear tower, and then Bombs Away! First launch tower gets it: Some may think Jeb, Bill, and Bob scared, but are merely horrified that one booster missed running dog lackeys who 'only want to visit wife and children'. Vehicle assembly building was harder target, mostly because could not kill Jeb: he is running of office football pool and would not tell K.A. Kervanovitch where kitty is hidden despite e-mail sent 'High Importance'. A few hundred meters of height and falling booster gets traitorous assembly crew, plus ice cream van some distances away to lower left. Jerk did not put extra sprinkles on beet sundae yesterday like K.A. Kervanovitch clearly ask. Dosvidanya, traitor: Look at victory on face of kerbonauts! They are true heroes of the Motherland! Actually...not sure of Bill now that think of it. On entirely unrelated note, KERP-DERP space program looking for resumés. Please send at earliest convenience, or be shot as class enemy. (Video of glorious proletariat victory and clearer view of ship here: )

Wang! What are you doing in Beijing? Oh my god, what is that? It has two huge....

Thanks, Salty!

I'd like to play with the Salty Stratus(*) if you feel like uploading the ship file. The wings aren't standard, are they? (*) And there's a dirty-sounding phrase

So sarcastically I said to Jeb, 'If you like explosions so much, why don't you just make a ship that runs off them?' and he got this real thoughtful look. We tried a stack of nothing but stage decouplers but you can't fire them fast enough to build up any real speed. And the nuclear charges aren't due until next week, so we had to use a bunch of Sunday Punch's escape towers in series: The ship is: - Parachute - Pod - Sunday Punch's 4 coupler - Four stacks of four escape towers with stage decouplers underneath them, repeated six times - Four more escape towers at the bottom just for lucky seven. Launch this puppy quick 'cause she tips over after a few seconds of sitting on the launch pad. On a perfect run I can get 'er up to 2500 meters and a smidge over 150m/s, but most of the time it's...less than perfect. It's a bad day when everybody dies, though, and they often end up landing on the beach by the KSC so they go for a swim after. A typical flight: