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  1. Howdy everyone, I've been playing more KSP recently in my free time. I figure that I have the hardware and internet speeds to support it now, so if y'all wanted, you can pop over to Twitch and check out as I livestream KSP, keep me company in the chat! I don't have an exact time frame beyond starting here in a few minutes from the creation of this post, but a goal I set for myself just a few seconds ago was not to end until I've successfully landed on the Mun and Minmus. Happy 50th, Apollo 11, and my twitch is riiiiiight here. See you soon!
  2. One might think the objective provided to us is quite difficult. Nevertheless, I hope my repertoire of words not commonly used is sufficient in producing some numbers of sentences without use of the letter A. Aw, drat.
  3. Granted, but another, even more sinister, even MORE greedy game company will take its place. Fool. I wish I never had to be tired again after waking up at 3:30 AM for work.
  4. Why it's my good buddy Realcurveballthreetimes, how are you?
  5. 9/10 Wish I could be that more often.
  6. Soooooooooon, I know what you dooooooooone, there's only way you can outrun me You better prayyyyyyyyyy your taaaaaaaaaank don't beat mine to E E - Matt Mason
  7. 3/10 Haven't personally seen you around, but you aren't new new either. Hello!
  8. Today, my father, who is recovering after knee surgery and is staying at my grandmother's house, apparently lost wifi signal because the router needs to be reset, which is down a flight of stairs in an office, and nobody in the house is able to help reset it. Meanwhile, I had internet services enabled in my house the very same morning, about 15 minutes prior to his going down.
  9. Glad to see things worked out well for Zeus, that's never a good thing when animals get hit. Here's to getting him back real soon! Everybody needs a big ol' doggo.
  10. I think the level of realism is pretty good as is. Devs have to walk a line between representing spaceflight accurately and making the game playable and game-y enough for the average new player to get into and enjoy. Realism is a whole different ballgame, and requires a certain amount of chutzpah.
  11. Howdy, everybody. So this post here is my first true post on the KSP forums in a very, very long time. Months, I think. I want to get back into the game, so I'm going to be starting a stream in just a few minutes with no set plan. Is there anybody else who streams/records KSP videos? So far I'm going to be doing a career game, but I'm curious as to what other people like to do to stream or record. Or any other games people like to record. Heck, if anybody wants to find games to play together sometimes, that's an option too. I think this would be a fun hobby to do every now and then.
  12. Waves slowly crash along a peaceful shoreline overlooking a vast ocean. The salty sea breeze sends small ripples along the tufts of grass that break up the pristine, sandy beach, the only other inhabitants of which consist of only an umbrella and wooden lounge chair. Next to the chair, a bottle of some amber liquid. Root beer. The figure residing in the chair sports a set of khaki beach shorts and a floral print shirt, colored green, with the top three buttons undone. On the being's chest, shiny, but dimmed by the shade, was a dogtag necklace. It was stamped with three letters on one side: KSP. The other side bore his name. A land rover (home built, Toyota doesn't exist, remember) silently glides along the coast on electrical power only. It is driven by a Kerbal dressed in a work shirt, nice shoes, and dress pants. It seems that he had just come from a meeting of sorts. When the rover comes to a stop, a ladder extends to the ground, and the driver disembarks holding only a letter. In silence, he clambers to the ground, and runs with a funny waddle over to the chair and umbrella. Sand flies as his feet kick off the ground,and he stands in front of the seated figure in the shade. The figure peeks over his chrome aviator sunglasses. "Esoj Kerman..... It's been a while, man..." The shaded Kerbal says, shifting the glass in his hand, which contained more root beer. "Looks like you've been hard at work." Esoj says nothing. He never said nothing. Er, anything. He was the silent partner of the team, reunited now for the first time in a long time. He extends his hand, holding out the letter. There is no address on it, but the feel of the envelope is familiar. The seated Kerbal gave Esoj a look when he accepted the letter. It was a wordless exchange, but both of them knew perfectly well what the letter meant. It was a call to action. The seated Kerbal carefully set his glass on the arm of his chair and used a bulbous finger to pull the tape sealing the letter off and open the envelope. He pulled it out, threw the envelope on the ground, and unfolded the letter. "Mmhm..... Mmhmm..... Mm," he said, after reading for a few minutes. He took a deep breath, and spoke to Esoj without looking up. "So Wernher's...... Blown up the entire spaceport. Again. They're gonna have to rebuild from scratch, are they? Mmm......" There was a long silence after this revelation. The letter was signed by the head of the Kerbal Space Program, whose name was obscured by the seated Kerbal's thumb. The letter was brief, but to the point. The Kerbal looked over the letter several times, even turning it over to see if there was a post script. He took the letter, crumpled it up, and sat forward in his chair before tossing the letter down to join the envelope in the sand. He sat for several more moments before he looked up at Esoj. "Well, Esoj, ol' buddy...." He began, and then took his drink and threw the rest of it back. He set his glass down hard and sighed, cowboy style. "Looks like we better get to work. But first thing's first, we've gotta find my hat. Think it blew down the beach a half hour ago. Oh, and I'm driving." The Kerbal stood up, shook Esoj's hand firmly and formally, and began to walk to the rover. The dogtags turned over and glinted in the sunlight. The name read: "Tex Kerman."
  13. Dessen's Big Scare I had gotten the contacts to do a flyby of the Mun, which I desperately needed the funds and science from in order to continue my space program. The mission went well enough, even though it took literally a month of game time to get an encounter with the stupid thing (Because yours truly has gotten a little rusty in guesstimating encounter locations along orbital trajectories), and I had to use some aerobraking in order to come to a safe stop. The short of it is, I had to do two passes through the atmosphere to slow down because I was being cautious about the rate with which I let Dessen descend, because, as we all know, friction plus metal equals slimy metal, and dead pilots. On the second pass, I was wanting to make sure that he was actually going to slow down enough to actually make it to the surface, so I spent my time in the map view, watching the apoapse falling in height. I watched for a while, maybe fifteen seconds or so, and then it occurred to me- Hey, he's been in the mid atmosphere a while, maybe I should check on him.... Why is is comms signal getting weaker? (I had noticed the line connecting the spacecraft to a ground station was now red.) At this point, something hit my brain: re-entry blackout. This was not a good thought to have. I switched to vessel view as the spacecraft was burning up- I forget now if something actually exploded or if the explosion happened after I smashed the spacebar- and the temperature gauge for the capsule was rising super fast. Dessen had perhaps two seconds left to live if I didn't decouple the final rocket stage and orient the heat shield to retrograde, which fortunately the atmosphere itself helped me with. The temperature fell, as did the apoapse, and once I saw that everything was situation normal, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Mission landed and I got a heaping of Science and funds from it, and best of all, Dessen made it back home. Scary stuff.
  14. KSP Tourism Department Have you ever wanted to explore space? Have you ever NOT wanted to go through the rigorous physical and mental examinations required to join the Kosmonaut corps? Do you love throwing up into barf bags? If so, the KSP Tourism Department is here for you! For the low low price of a few thousand Funds, you too can join an elite fraternity, and wander amongst the stars! At least until the "please fasten seatbelts" light comes back on. Tourist Rocket Fleet "Nervous" Seats: 3 (1 pilot + 2 passengers) Travel Capabilities: LKO Successful Flights: 1 Safety Rating: 100% The "Nervous" is the first of a line of luxurious space cruisers, blasting their way through the heavens with style and convenience. It's certainly the cheapest method to get to space yet devised, and you better bring along a plus one you can stand staring in the face of! Because you two are gonna get close. Real close. Okay, not that close. But pretty close. Close to that amount of close. Does "close" not sound like a word anymore?
  15. Huh, both of these things totally make sense, and I've never thought about them before.