Kerbinchaser

Hewwo fellow human. I come in peace.

Hehehehe. Thanks for the excitement. It really keeps me going. What? Who's that? Thanks for the support! Oh and also: Do you like the smaller chapters or should I write them larger?

Bishop E2 takes Knight D7.394719048379479391844758594390485893408592849752480582593749273845728930498257

there's no object. Therefore, I win. I place a flag in space to show my dominance.

0/10 i see a penguin, a model rocket? No, two MODEL rockets, and a reentering KSP thingy. WAAAY too complicated. YOU HAVE FAILED.

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Location: Dodging physics with my penguin friends 4/10 penguins can't speak. Heh heh

Nope. I have a lot of rep. TUBM dosen't like butter.

Dip, spread, sauce, who the hell cares. It's good.

I heff arrived.

Funny? That's not FUNNY, THAT'S PAIN!!!

While I understand the effects of epilepsy and the dangers of it....(I have a friend who has the condition) I don't think that banning .gifs on a whole is a good idea. Having one person affected by these images out of the few thousand people on here isn't grounds for banning everything. As @linuxgurugamer said, if you're using one of those browsers you can disable them, but I understand your concern. The fact is that even if you ban them I feel like someone will be able to get around it, or people will be up in arms. .Gifs are a part of the internet, and I din't think you can easily ban something like that. I hope your nephew dosen't get one of those again. They suck.

Chapter III "Arrival" The steady whooshing of the blades almost put Darryl to sleep. His 5' 7" body could barely fit in the machine made for 3 feet "Kerbals." On the left side of the chopper, the sergeant held onto a bar while the wind billowed his clothing. The other soldier, who appeared to be a private, sat next to him looking out the right window, his arm resting on a heavy machine gun. Darryl glanced out the right window and saw a large building of about 30 stories high below the helicopter. The sergeant who was in the doorframe was now leaning over the side, waving his open hand in a circle motion. As the aircraft slowly descended onto a helipad, Darryl met the gaze of a human being. The first he had seen so far. The gentleman looked about six feet tall, and he had slick brown hair. In one hand he held a notepad, in the other a two-way-radio. The helicopter blades powered down and the man approached Darryl. "Sergeant, what did this man do?" The sergeant saluted the well-dressed man. "We found him spying on the wreck of the Osprey II, sir. We took him into custody without much trouble." The man frowned. Looking at the soldier, he formed a reply. "sergeant, you know as well as I that humans can't enter our world without the rift. He was probably just confused and maybe a bit frightened. Let him go." Acknowledging his superior's command, the enlisted soldier untied Darryl's arms and apologized for the confusion. "Yeah, it's okay, but where AM I? I mean, who are these green men? And how are...You here too?" The gentleman chuckled. "It is a long story my friend. Come on, let's go to the ground. I'll explain everything." Darryl followed his new company and hopped in an elevator. As it slowly began moving downwards, Darryl was amazed to find a rocket standing in a large pit being worked on by an army of workers and engineers. Astounded, his jaw dropped in amazement. It was a larger vehicle than anything ever made by humans. It was a 7 stage craft, with 8 boosters surrounding the main stage, with a large lander nestled on top. As the duo passed through the 21st floor, a large section of fairing was bolted to the top of the spacecraft. The sound of welding, hammers, and bolt drills filled the air, which smelled like grease and fuel. As both arrived on the first floor, which was marked with a large sign saying: Danger! Explosive bolts and falling debris. All workers must wear head protection. Violators will be prosecuted. Darryl left the elevator with the new gentleman, who had identified himself as Jack Nickolas. Leading Darryl to a small rack, he handed him a yellow hardhat with a badge on the side. It looked just like the NASA symbol, but with the words KASA. Putting it on, he followed Jack near the large rocket while explaining what was happening around him. "This is our newest rocket. The Orion IV. Capable of travel up to the planet Eve. Massive thrust with a crew capacity of 4. Hopefully it will launch us to the heavens." "Wait a second. Where the hell is Eve? It sounds way further than our solar system." "You have a lot to learn Darryl. We aren't in your solar system. We are in the Kerbol system, in the larger galaxy of Astros." Darryl pondered this and asked another question. "So how far away am I from home?" "Darryl, you're in a parallel universe. This is your new home." They left the VAB, and Darryl went to a temporary suite that had been assigned to him by Jack for a few nights. Sitting at his small desk in his slightly larger apartment which had just been given to him, Darryl had sprawled multiple books and manuscripts all over the oak wood. First was a novel about his Earth, written by another human which had apparently died before he had arrived. Also on the desk were human movie cassettes, possibly recovered from other people who had entered this universe with it on their person. He also had various rocket manuals, books about Kerbol and Astros, and "The Saga Of Emiko Station," a novel written by a being with a pen name. Darryl didn't know if he was a Kerbal or a Human, but the name was @Just Jim. As he continued to study, the unnerving truth began to sink in. He would never see his family again, never do anything of human nature again. He was stuck on this "Kerbin" with some green beings and one other human. He slumped over on the desk and began drifting into sleep. At the same second, a small tap tap on his door woke him. Nodding, he looked over. "Comph in..." The door swung open and there stood Jack, leaning against the frame. "How are you doing Darryl?" "Besides the fact that I just learned my life is ruined, I'm okay. Why?" Jack picked up a chair and carried it closer to the other man. "Because I wanted you to know some things. First...Guess how old I am." Darryl surveyed the man. He was perfectly clean shaven, he had very light wrinkles, and his face shown with youth. "I'd say 26...28?" "80." Darryl retorted back. "You're EIGHTY? That's... That's impossible!" Jack smiled slyly. "Not on Kerbin. There's no age. The human body reacts to these atmosphere conditions a bit better than on Earth. There's no pollution either. Sure, people...I'm sorry, Kerbals...Die, but they only die if they get in accidents or die of a sickness. There's no "Died of old age" here. As long as I stay healthy, heck...I could live for another century at the least." His jaw hung open. Darryl liked the sound of no age, but without other humans, who would help keep his sanity? "Well, how have you stayed alive without other humans? I mean, maybe Kerbals are like us in some way, but without human interaction, you'd go crazy!" "There are human settlements here. The current human population on Kerbin is around 10,000. More people keep coming through the 'rift.' As long as they keep coming, we keep housing them." "So what the hell is the rift?" "That's a story for tomorrow. Get some rest." Jack stood up and left the room, leaving Darryl to stew in his thoughts. Crawling into his small bed, he fell asleep quite quickly.

Alloy. And you're right. The cats would probably die where they stood.

What do you think?

Holy. Freaking. Crap. That is insane.

Heh no worries.

September 5th: This morning Bill wanted to go to the beach, but I told him to go ahead. I had heard great things about Kerbin City's air and space museum, and I thought it would be funny to pop in and see what they were doing with the displays. As I approached the museum, I noticed a banner welcoming a new exhibit, titled "Space and air combat in war, a collection of modern combat weapons and aircraft. Limited time only." I figured this would be a good exhibit to see, so strolling in, I got a security check, and signed 3 autographs while in the security line. I smiled. At least these people liked spaceflight. I had met some folks who didn't like that we were going towards the heavens. They all complained about "space junk," and nuclear missile satellites. The main part of the exhibit was the capsule that I rode in on my first sub-orbital flight. I looked over it intently. More people kept asking for my autograph or pictures with me next to the capsule. Some of the more interesting artifacts were samples of rock from meteors, or pictures of other planets. There was a really cool display about the Jool system, and my favorite thing was about the planet Laythe. Laythe is a Kerbin-like planet with clouds and a large ocean. I want to go there. Hopefully the KSC will send a mission in the future. MY favorite thing about the museum was the fact that they had bios next to the picture of the "original four," Valentina, Bill, Bob, and myself. It was fun to read what they thought of me, and that's where I got the most photo requests. I took a selfie of my photo counter part and myself. I can't wait for tomorrow. -Jeb

Who said you were a paramedic? I like that idea though.

5 minutes for me. About 150 mods. Figures.

Me too.

I've seen KK before, but I want this to be different.

SVE if you can handle it. EVE dosen't take much imo. It just adds clouds, and the settings can be tweaked. Scatterer is also nice if you can run it. Sorry I don't have links, my eyes are so tired I can't keep them open. Goodnight.

On third thought, I think he needs a doctor.