Kerbinchaser

Hello all you beautiful modders. I was wondering if you could help a lowly peasant as myself to develop a mod. I have absolutely no code experience, (I did SOME Javascript a LOOOONG time ago) and I want to create a story-line mod that lets the player enjoy an almost 'cinematic' KSP world all while following a "choose your own adventure" kinda thing. I doubt it would need much; some pop ups now and then to show story line, maybe a mineable currency to buy new ships/upgrades; and the ability to lock down KSC buildings to restrict the gameplay to an adventure mode. If you're interested, PM me or contact me through my Discord: Snipereagle23#7251 Thanks!

Hahahahahahaha! Yeah! @The_Cat_In_Space I was totally hyped when I hit 500 too. Keep up the funny posts and stay active. You'll make it. I estimate in maybe 8/9 months you'll make 1k.

Just to add another button to the UI I guess...

I'm selfish. I want money. Give me the money.

Just the title. I don't care.

Chapter II "Awakening" This time, the man awoke in a grass field. It was windy and cold, but the sun beat down on his face. A cold breeze whisked his hair and entered his nostrils, filling his head with chill. While this was happening, the ground began to shake. Startled, the fellow sat up sharply as it shook more and more. At the same time, he heard a faint rumbling, which got louder and louder. Looking south, he saw a pillar of smoke and flame rising from behind a mountain. Reasoning that it was a rocket, he observed it further. As it ascended, separate boosters began falling back towards the ground. Shielding his eyes from the sun and peering towards the dot in the sky, Darryl noticed that it was shaking quite hard, and as it began to disappear from sight, a massive fireball and a loud bang erupted in the cloudy sky. Startled, Darryl staggered back and watched with intrest, but worry, as hunks of metal began falling from the sky. Multiple smaller explosions started up as deposits of fuel in the shrapnel were lighting on fire. Out of the smoke came a small capsule with all three parachutes open. It slowly drifted while everything else settled. Hearing a faint "fhoop fhoop fhoop," Darryl turned to see a helicopter flying towards him at high speed. As it flew over and blew grass and dust everywhere, he noticed it had orange and white markings, which Darryl took as a coast guard machine. He decided to try and walk in the direction of the explosion. If this was a dream, why was he feeling cold and the breeze? Was it just his imagination? Would he be able to walk? Taking a deep breath, Darryl sent a signal to his brain to move his legs. Surprisingly, he began walking. Proud of himself, the long trek began towards the crash site. All the while, Darryl tried to remember what had happened before this. Unfortunately, he couldn't recall anything that happened since before he woke up. He knew that he was experiencing some sort of amnesia, but without a doctor to diagnose it, he didn't know how serious it was. Suddenly, the man stopped and reached into his back pocket. Pulling out his phone, he quickly went to his "photos" folder. As he went through his photos from the last week, his memory slowly returned. "Yes, that's me...At the bar...There's A..Al..Al..C...Alice...I see Jack...Oh! Here's a picture of my house..." Darryl smiled at his genius. His phone. Of course his phone. That could get him out of this if it wasn't a dream. He checked. No service. Kinda cliche, but he had other options. He would have to find some sort of building. The smoke ahead was getting thicker and thicker as he approached a hill. Cresting the hill, he could now see the entirety of the rocket crash. Debris was strewn everywhere, and fiery hunks of metal lay al over the valley. Various helicopters and off-road vehicles were maneuvering around the scene, and various dots, which Darry took as people; were moving about. Taking his phone out again, Darryl lay down in the dirt, and using his elbow as a bipod began zooming in using his camera. He noticed a few odd things. First, the "people" looked more like children than actual adults. He snapped a few pics of one of them, the closest to his position. The figure was wearing an orange vest over a camouflage uniform, and he had a flying helmet on. At the present moment, the 'soldier' was writing in a clipboard, while another uniformed official took pictures of the site next to him. Above them both an army-green helicopter hovered, occasionally changing it's position ever so slightly. As Darryl continued to snap photos, he heard another chopper arriving, this time much lower. Turning around, he was alarmed to find a helicopter hovering about 500 feet away from him. Looking at the open door in the side, a gleaming barrel of a rifle met his gaze. Scared and surprised, he dropped his phone and shot up his hands. The helicopter came almost directly over him, and members of the military began to rope down to him. As they approached, Darryl noticed that the soldiers were about 3 feet tall, and had...Green skin? He took a harder look. Yup, that's green skin. The higher ranking of the two soldiers watched him with a rifle slung over his chest, while the other bound his hands. Darryl could do nothing but watch, but after a minute he couldn't contain himself. "Who...Are you?" The sergeant in front of him just checked his watch and said one word. "Kerbals."

Buy a WWII era Destroyer. Host parties on a literal warship. Travel the world as the richest man in the world on a freaking piece of history. Buy my parents a sailboat yacht. Give some to my family. Give it all to charity because @Earthlinger is mean.

I think you'll need special vacuum missiles for shooting in orbit.

September 4th: Today was...Interesting. I decided to take an early walk around the KSC to think and clear my head. As I left the astronaut Complex, I found Bill sitting in his convertible. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he was going to hop over to Kerbin City for a few days. Jumping on the opportunity, I asked if he had gotten leave from Gene. He smiled and said that he had racked up enough time in-flight and doing various jobs that he had earned one week vacation. I realized since i had gone up into SPACE, I must have more than one week. I turned and asked if I could tag along. Bill looked at his watch, let out a short sigh, and told me to hurry up and get ready. Before I ran in to get packed, I asked why he wasn't taking a plane. The young engineer glanced at his hood and said: "V12 engine; 120 top speed; convertible." I chuckled. "Alright Bill. We'll take the car." I returned to the Astronaut Complex. As I ascended the large staircase to the floor where my room was, Bob bumped into me as he left his dorm. "Whoa! Didn't see you Jeb. Sorry... Where are you off too?" I was surprised that he knew I was leaving. I hadn't even told Gene yet. "Wha...How did you know I was leaving?" Bob showed a grin. "Heh. You have a dreamy look in your eyes and you were sprinting when I bumped into you. I haven't seen you this excited since before Val left." I laughed and slapped him on the back as he we walked together. "Bob, you shoulda become a detective. That was some good reasoning. Yes, I am going somewhere. I hope..." Bob stopped and looked at me. "What do you mean, you hope?" I opened my apartment room and rummaged in the dresser. After looking for some time, I procured a small, green notebook. Handing it to Bob, I tapped the cover. "That's my timesheet. Apparently Bill has one week vacation time, and I think that because I've been to space, I should have more than one week." My friend glanced at me and then his eyes went to the paper. Flipping through it, he whistled slowly. "Jeb, you have more than a week. When was the last time you checked this?" "I...Don't actually remember." He picked up the notebook and turned it towards me. "36 days vacation. Jeb, you should go to Kermansk. Go see the world. Get a hotel and go swimming." I put the book away and chuckled. I would love to go to the beach city of Kermansk, but I had given my word to Bill. So, after explaining the situation to Bob, we said goodbye and I packed my suitcase. After 20 minutes, my phone rang. "WHERE ARE YOU? I have reservations at a restaurant tonight at 9:30! It's 5:04 Right now...It takes at least 3 hours to get there. Hurry...UP!" Bill hung up. I began laughing. Bill could never be patient. After explaining where I was going to Gene, who expressed that I shouldn't be cooped up by the military all the time, gave me the go-ahead. I bounded down the steps and out to the car, happy to be leaving. I threw my suitcase in the trunk of Bill's car, and we tore out of the parking lot towards open highway. The drive was excellent, with the occasional military vehicle lumbering by on the opposite side of traffic. We arrived in Kerbin City at 8:45, and after spending 20 minutes showering and un-packing, we once again jumped in the convertible towards food. At 11:00, we left at closing time. We had just spent two and a half hours talking. I am tired and slightly drunk. Thank God Bill drove. See you soon Journal. -Jeb

Well, it's been a whole year and I haven't updated it in months. I will make it a priority, but I'm in the middle of juggling some things right now, such as work, school, and my current novels. Sorry guys!

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My computer killed chapter 2. Currently being re-written. Why thank you kind sir.

Keep calm and napalm. It's a plane dropping a bomb. Let me try a different link: Funny enough, this image came from this:

Then wear shoes. Or, shoot it.

Well, we could just kick them hard enough.

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Banned for bullying the poor fish.

Banned because that was freaking brilliant.

Banned for not having complete @mention tags.

Do I get a free toy??!!

10k Jebs? I'm in good hands.