TheKosanianMethod

Personally, I'm going to use Mechjeb as a learning tool. Once I watch the computer do it a few times, I think I'll try and copy what it does. And I'll use it for things that I can't do, IE hovering.

Last night I used OBS to record me dog fighting in an F-14-alike plane vs a small fighter. I lost, and because I was trying to record, play music in the background, and play KSP, all at once on my laptop, the video was VERY laggy.

Kessler Syndrome. Oh wait...

X-24 says, "I don't need wings, just a B-52."

One could clip a Juno with a Dawn, might look cool. Or any jet, really.

I'm guessing relay antennas can talk to Kerbin. Am I correct? If so, can you use just one relay for everything?

When you're excited when anything has the number 707, 717, 727, 737, 747, 757, 767, 777, or 787. Or 14, 15, 16, 18, 22, or 35.

233: Calling aileron rolls barrel rolls 234: Inverse of above

10/10 The Falcon 9 has landed!

Nope, just me. This is going in circles, how appropriate for: @DONUTS

And add struts so you don't destroy your plane. For some reason, wingless planes don't fly.

Some appropriate music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTyN-vvFIkE I feel the need... the need... FOR SPEED FOR SPEEDY UPDATES!

Part Three The Kerman, the Myth, the Legend Several pilots sat around a large table, in a state of simultaneous amazement and awe. They were trying to get the new Kerbal to talk, but he wouldn't say anything of interest. Whenever he did answer, he said, "I'm waiting." or "Not yet." Finally, to his relief, a Kerbal with a shiny silver badge and a file under his arm showed up and dispersed the pilots. "Please follow me." he said, with a glare of disapproval at a lingering pilot. The foreign Kerbal followed, and as he did so, he saw the badge had "KSC-KAF, Admin, S3" etched around a logo. The pair walked to a room with a table surrounded by several office chairs. The badge-wearing Kerbal sat, and directed the other to sit. He opened the file and looked at the name printed in bold letters. "You are Donzer Kerman, citizen of Loneankopa, correct?" "Yes." Donzer replied. "And you have come to defect? Or something else?" "I have come to defect to Kelpogart." "Good, now that's settled. I am Lenley Kerman." "Will I be allowed to fly as a pilot?" "You are valuable to us, as a Kerbal with knowledge of Loeankopa, who has seemed to become quite fond of harassing the KSC. We do not want to risk you." Donzer had anticipated this. He pleaded, "I wouldn't have to fly active missions, but could I still at least fly planes?" "That seems fine, just expect to be flying several training flights." "I am fine with this." said Donzer, who was itching to fly an Aeris. Lenley said, "Donzer Kerman, welcome to Kelpogart. We will show you to your new home." They shook hands, and Donzer was escorted to his apartment on KSC property. Donzer was glad that the number wasn't given out to anyone. He wanted to sleep for days. And that he did.

I guess you could say "Irbals." Ba-dum tiss. I'll see myself out...

Hello 64Bit, and welcome!

Hello @DONUTS! Welcome to the Forums! WARNING: ADDICTIVE! IF YOU FIND THAT YOU ARE BECOMING ADDICTED, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY THIS IS NORMAL!

What? That's crazy! Wait... There's a world, too? THE WORLD IS A LIE!!!

I've been thinking... when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! MAKE LIFE TAKE THE LEMONS BACK! Get mad! I don't want your darn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Do you know who I am? I'm the guy who BURNS YOUR HOUSE DOWN! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that BURNS YOUR HOUSE DOWN!

Here's to the new devs, hoping that they will be as amazing as the last. And to the old ones,

I don't think ANYONE has faith in them right now.

I'm trying to fit this thread to the grief model, but I can't. Someone else wanna do it?

By killing KSP, you're killing Jeb. One does not simply kill Jeb...

I see the mission control scene too, but the opportunistic part of me has sad music playing , but then the radio crackles. Hopeful music starts quietly. The door bursts open, and everyone comes rushing in. Victorious music plays, and the radio lights up with data... But it seems that time has come... and gone.

Are the tires of your landing gear straight vertical? If not, it can really mess up moving on the ground.

And this, class, is how NOT to redirect an astroid. Or how Jeb does it. Take your pick.