After trying to land on Tylo (and failing miserably) I felt I needed to record my... anger at this Kerbin sized ball of mild unhappiness... so here it is, a genuine lymric to the scurge of the jool system.
There once was a moon named Tylo
The hated mass to which I compose this ode.
Upon getting the contract, I expected not much fit.
Several redesigns later, and much more quick-saves than I would like to admit.
I landed super tylo lander 7, with 2.47 units of fuel, into its eternal abode.
Hope you like it.
