Johno

Trial and Error. The method of champions! However, I have a problem - I'm a bit risk averse. Which means I don't make enough errors to learn from, sometimes (I tend to revert rather than stay in a position and work the problem). This therefore means there's a lot I haven't learned, yet, despite playing the game since version 0.8.1 . . I can't make a probe visit a planet other than Kerbin, reliably, to save my life!

I will, but I'll give it a week or so for the bugs to be worked out, and so that I can download it at a reasonable speed.

Some kind of life on Kerbin other than terrified kerbonauts and grass?

ANZAC day ceremony at the school where I work, and I wouldn't want to miss that. Plus adult responsibility means not skipping work for what is, after all, a plaything (an excellent plaything, but a plaything all the same).

Rather than precision landings with my spaceplanes, I always design them to parachute back to the ground.

I will be terminating my career with extreme prejudice, give that: * I have six or so contracts that I really shouldn't have agreed to, but which would be too expensive to cancel * The current contract I'm working on - a Minimus Surface Facility - is ridiculously complex, involving four separate modules which (it turns out) don't connect together very neatly in orbit (I shudder to think what'd happen if I were trying to actually LAND this thing!). * Jeb is currently occupying said Surface facility; he snuck into the cupola when I wasn't looking, and I have no way to get the grinning idiot out of there (If I were a REAL KSP player, It'd be childsplay to send up an empty spacecraft for him, but frankly I'm not. ). * I have selected the wrong strategies. So even if there was not a new version coming soon, I think I'd be replacing my career pretty soon anyway. Plus there's the new aerodynamics model to smack me up the side of the head and remind me what a lousy pilot I am.

Wooohooooo! The Whack is BACK!

I'm a man of simple tastes and dreadful piloting skill. Simply docking in Munar orbit is the sweetest feeling in the world.

I had a station which was to land on Minimus. Unbeknownst to me, I'd forgotten to set certain parts so that fuel didn't flow through them; therefore, when the Minimus orbit stage was dropped, the fuel tank of the lander stage was empty! The station was hurtling towards the surface, and fuel ran out almost immediately. Alt F12. . . About 12 seconds of thrust were all it took. From there, the (enormous!) remaining reserve of Monoprop was sufficient to slow the craft to landing speed. The ship was saved. But oh how sullied my soul . . .

I had the privilege of meeting the great man himself once (complete with the black hat and all). My signed books are probably worth a bit now. Pity, since I don't intend to ever sell them . . . Also, someone wrote this on PTerry's Facebook page . . . -- "I would like my pudding now nurse. And then I think I'd like to... write... something... I don't remember what." Standing in the corner, he waits. The sand slowly flows, but it nears it's end. The old man still glows, as thousands of threads spread away from him. SQUEAK. I AGREE. IT IS A SHAME TO SEE HIM THIS WAY. SQUEAK. NO. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN.... BUT I CANNOT WAIT TO ASK HIM HOW IT ALL ENDS. The old man looks up, through them at first... and then he sees them. For once, the smile on the hooded figure's skull is genuine. "I... I remember you. The anth... ant..." ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION. "Yes, that. We knew each other?" ONCE. AND WILL AGAIN, SIR. He so rarely said it, and these feelings... remembering his young apprentice, and beloved daughter. The beautiful child they have. "There... is a girl, yes?" SHE IS SPEAKING TO THE AUDITORS, SIR. THEY ARE UNWILLING TO LISTEN. "Well then. You know what they say, two things you cannot avoid. Taxes and..." He looks into the firey blue eyes, and becomes aware. SQUEAK. "Quite right. Is it time already? I have so much left to do." YOU HAVE GIVEN ALL YOU CAN, SIR. "No, not cancer. Alzheimers." I AM AWARE. "So, where is the boy? I remember a boy." CARRIAGE ACCIDENT. "Ahh. Never much trusted cars. Or horses." THEY GET YOU WHERE YOU WANT TO GO. "Must I?" SOON. BUT WE MAY SIT HERE AWHILE. SQUEAK DO YOU HAVE ANY BISCUITS? "No. Shame really." YES. "Is it truly turtles?" ALL THE WAY DOWN. I HAVE SEEN THEM. "Ahh. I would love to see it. Perhaps a small trip before?" IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE. "The light is slower there... and there's a monkey...." ORANGUTAN. SAME PRINCIPLE. "Yes... will they remember me?" SQUEAK. "What was that? I could not hear you." HE SAYS WE WILL, SIR. "I never much liked the trouble people had with you. You seem like a nice fellow." I HAVE MY DAYS. "Don't we all?" SOME LESS THAN OTHERS. "Is it quick?" YES. AND I BROUGHT THE SWORD. CEREMONY DICTATES IT. "Ahh. How about a cup of tea?" I WOULD ENJOY IT. DO YOU PLAY CHESS? "No. how about checkers?" And so they sat, two old friends regaling each other, though the old man could not remember all of the details, the cloaked man and his rat filled him in, when it was needed. - Nick Mogavero

Jeb, his mainsail maxed, his SAS malfunctioning. . . .

Mine are generally humorous (and I'm a fairly poor pilot, so I've never had to worry about enough flags being placed to cause clutter problems).

0.8.somethingorother, you young whipper snappers. Back then we had PROPER KSP, none of this nonsense you kids do these days . . .

NOOO! It'll crash Real Life!

I have to confess that I care so much for their safety that I'll revert to VAB if there's even a whiff of a catastrophic failure. I justify it by saying "It's a simulation".

"Excuse me, sir? An irate Russian man called Tsiolkovsky has just called. He wants to give you a piece of his mind. Shall I put him through?"

I avoid clipping altogether. This has nothing to do with whether or not it's cheating (it isn't - I have no problem with bespoke parts being designed for a rocket!). Simply put I've had rockets explode, go off course or get aerodynamically torn to shreds because of the weirdness that clipping induces. So I won't use clipping until I'm a little more aware of WHY my rockets go boom-boom.

Okay, perfect orbit. NAILED IT. We'll be coming up on rendezvous in 3 . . 2 . . 1 . . Excellent. Circularisation burn complete. Almost there. And a little nudge with the RCS . . . Waitaminnit, I have lots of RCS tanks. Why isn't it . . . No RCS thruster blocks . . . *facepalm*

Bah, I remember before we even HAD struts. Or symmetry . .

When it needs to burn on the launch pad for a minute or two before it's light enough to lift off.

My score adds up to 40. 40/20 = 2. Geeze, for someone who's been playing since 0.8.1, I'm a disaster area . .

The dead do not burn.

Kerbin would file a restraining order?

The Red Dwarf answer: Whatever, the heat issue happened years ago and cooked the crew. Holly dealt with it, but you're the only human left alive, Dave.

No worries, mate! You're good on the remaining three panels . . .