Kerbinchaser

I haven't touched KSP since January. I forgot how to play. Send help. Preferably, get Scott Manley!

WelL ThiS Is SAd! No MoRE ArTWoRKS to DrAW AnYmORe!

I hate shuttles. I hate them so much. Hiiiissssss.... GET THAT VILE CREATION AWAY FROM ME!!

Heh. Whoops! XD

Banned because I can ban your band on your bandy wandy.

All I hear in this post is FlyBe. aheueueueueue

Mac is love, Mac is life.

September 3rd: Oh my Kraken it has been a long time. Seven months, to be exact. Now, before you start yelling at me, There are a few reasons why it's been so long. First, Valentina leaving hit hard. I didn't think I'd be THAT affected, but with her gone it's just not the same. I spent half a month just doing nothing, wishing she was still here. I know she's not DEAD, but it bothers me. Even though I have my good friend Bill, knowing that she's on a military base somewhere right now getting ready to fly a dangerous mission doesn't make me feel good, especially because if she has another accident I don't know how it will affect her. She had minor PTSD for a year after the incident, but she passed the UKSAF Physical, which means she's mentally fit enough. The military keeps coming back to me offering me a promotion if I leave the KSC, but that doesn't make any sense. Two years ago, they recruited me for spaceflight, and now they want me out? Many of you may not have known this, but I'm 'technically' still in the military. The KSC is a Government funded complex, and because I was recruited by the UKSAF, it means that I still hold my current position of Colonel, which ALSO means I out-rank Valentina, but because she's in active duty now, it means she'll probably work her way up the rank system pretty quickly. She's a tough Kerbal, and she follows orders well. I think she'll at LEAST make Major. Second, the military requested in early April that I don't write in my journal. Of course, I protested against this, but they said I could accidentally reveal Secrets that couldn't be put in writing. Greatly annoyed by this, I didn't have much else to do. I did some drawing, but that was really all my recreation, besides TV. Speaking of TV, we were given clearance in May to launch a mission to Eve. It will be a probe that will land and then slowly get crushed by the pressure. At least we'll get some good data from it before it dies. Plus, it will be the first EVE mission to be broadcast live on TV! We have a lot of new astronaut and pilot recruits, who range from Sergeants to Colonels. I can't remember everyone's name, because we have so many now, but I don't know if I like it or not. New blood is always tough to welcome, and now they're crowding the Rec Room too much. I did meet one good fellow though. He's a Lt. Colonel, a real fun guy. He's a flight surgeon, and I want him as my new in-flight surgeon for future missions. I forget his name right now, but I'm sure it'll come back. Oh yeah, I also got another letter from Valentina. It's nice to hear from her, and I'm frustrated that we now need censors to check mail. This whole military thing makes no sense to me. We now have tanks parked in the KSC, and ICBM trucks set up near the VAB. I'm getting really worried. It's not right. See you all in the next Journal entry. -Jeb

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Well geez, ya'll love Jool. I feel bad for Dres.

Just got my Benson in WoWs. Tier 8 hype!

I guess I'll rate my own location to revive this thread. Location: 2058 Valentina Dr., Kerbal Space Center, 67019; PO Box 34, Kerbin. 5/10 Dull but creative. Heh heh.

Chapter I "Discovery" The air smelled like sulfur. He rose and felt his head. A thick sticky liquid spilled onto his hand, and he quickly brought it in front of his face. He was alarmed to find blood covering his fingers and palm. He also felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, and realized that his vision was also being blurred by blood. Stumbling around he felt his seatbelt latch, and unclicked it. The car was completely crushed, the roof caved in all the way to the rear seats, the entire hood crumpled like a piece of paper, and the steering wheel was bent in half. His prized possession, a Corvette Stingray, was more than totaled. Grunting, the man reached behind him and groped for his phone. It had fallen between two seats, therefore making it impossible to reach. Slumping back into his seat, the man looked up at the broken roof and began yelling for help. Unfortunately, he had crashed on a winding country road, where only locals and the occasional lost traveller venture. He knew he had to stop the bleeding, or he would die from blood loss. Taking his shirt in his hands, he ripped it in half and using one hand and his teeth wrapped it around his head. As he began to tie an old napkin on his arm, he slipped into unconsciousness. What he would discover in his deep sleep would change his life forever. He awoke in a white room, resting on a bed. Nearby sat a man wearing a white suit, writing on a pad of paper. His head and arm were covered in bandages, and an IV line was in his wrist. Glancing around the room more, he noticed a dresser with multiple drawers. One was labeled "Snacks," while the other was labeled "Things." He groaned and glanced at the unknown figure, who looked up from his clipboard and grinned. "Aha! So he wakes!" Trying to talk, the patient opened his mouth. "Gffh eefhh flurmenfork" Chucking, the suited gentleman signed his name on the clipboard and left the room. Now the poor victim was left alone to survey his surroundings more. He noticed that the main door had two handles, one slightly above the other. Taking note of this, he also spied a uniform hanging in a closet where the door was slightly ajar. Leaning over to get a better view, he realized that the clothes were much smaller than a normal human's, and it was also not proportionate, so it couldn't be a child's costume. Curiosity almost got him out of bed to investigate, but he was too weak to move. Closing his eyes, he went back to sleep, only to suddenly wake up again, this time in a different room. This room was moving, and bumpy. Hearing faint sirens, the realization set in that it was an ambulance. Leaning over him a paramedic tried to get a good blood pressure reading, all the while reassuring the chap that he would be okay. "Hold on fella. We'll get you out of this. Steven! I need 50 CCs of Morphine! This guy has gotta be in so much pain!" Another paramedic appeared. "Alright buddy, we're gonna stick you real quick. This'll make the pain go away, all right? Hold on. Theeeere we go. It's in. Don, hand me that radio, will you?" As the blood-covered patient began to feel numb, he was able to hear a final conversation. "Dispatch, unit 4-56." "Go ahead 4-56." "We got a victim of a 1 car MVA, multiple lacerations to the head and leg. We'll be at Mercy Gen. in about...15 minutes. Have them prepare an OR and get a doc out at the Ambulance Bay, will you? This guy is a Stage 4 at this point. According to his driver's license, he's Darryl Whitman, 26 years old. He's an organ donor. Make note of that to the surgeon in case this guy doesn't make it. The police will fill you in on the Accident report." "10-4 Unit 4-56. I'll advise the ER for you. Anything special you want me to mention to the doc?" "Yeah. He has a compound fracture of his tibia. This thing Is bad. Bone went straight through. We managed to stabilize it but I can't believe how this guy is still alive. Also, there's some shrapnel lodged in his shoulder. Not that deep but it could have caused nerve damage. That's all for now. 4-56 Out." "10-4, 4-56." Now knowing his condition, the injured man passed out. Authors note: Well this was the most fun I've ever had writing a chapter. I took from my knowledge of EMS and Medicine and supplemented it with the current plot. The little about the "uniform" is important though, so take note of that. Other than that, I'll see you in the next chapter! Oh yeah, I almost forgot. @kingstevenrules

Heheh.

Thanks. It's been a long time, but I'm ready to BRING IT BACK TO LIFE. I'll tag you in the next chapter.

My first Mün mission brought a giggle. I had to balance the lander on one of it's solar panels 'cause I ran out of fuel at 50 M and 'landed' in a crater. Needless to say I was pretty hyped. I recorded the whole thing but have currently lost it. That was 3 years ago. Now going to the Mün is a daily job, bringing ore from surface bases to orbital stations, therefore fueling the Kerbal economy. Out of likes. I like this.

'sup.

Congrats on making it into PCGamer! That's amazing!! P.S. I love that DreamChaser.

Heeeeeeeeeeey! How ya doin? SpaceX? They're cool, but I'm going for a Naval Officer. Good luck in your future endeavors!

CALM YO-SELF!

Yes, and please mail the steak to me in a cooler via express mail. I will pay for shipping. It might take a while though. Here's my address: 2058 Valentina Dr., Kerbal Space Center, 67019; PO Box 34, Kerbin.