FlamingPotatoes

Allie the nearest species!

It shows you how your entire family will die. I wish for an easter egg hunt on mars

nightmares

I think this is a great idea, it shows how much you've been to different planets.

Ooh! Me like!

Don't let this thread die!

I kick you in the face then rip out your guts, my hill

No, they are sandwich. How do kill noobs on COD

"Mission Control, I see fire." "OK Rouge, that's to be expected. Can I get some readings?" "Patching through now." The computer whirred as it calculated weather the situation was bad or not. "Everything nominal except heat patterns. 9.83% above safety margin and rising." "Re-orienting." The reentry was stressful, despite a mere 2 minutes before touchdown at the ice fields the maneuvers seemed to take an eternity to take action. Beads of sweat ran down Rouge's face as the gyroscopic stabilization unit put the craft more heat-shield first. "That any better?" "Marginally, it's stopped rising and has fell to 7.13% above safety margin, try to get it more center on." "It's stopped going below 6.92% Will that kill me?" "Hard to say at the present time, 30 seconds left till you start shedding heat." "Come on Rouge you son of a Kerm, you can do this." He muttered to himself as he started engaging landing procedures. "Parachute deployment in 45 seconds and counting." "Gotcha." "..." "Control, repeat." "Y..t..f.a...s...a.b.d" "Control, repeat." "Engage parachutes now!" He was startled so it took him a few seconds to respond. Parachutes billowing upwards he felt a huge jolt as one of the ripped free. "Rouge! Abort 3! Abort 3! Fire descent eng..s.a.w.d" Then static. "Control, repeat. Control, repeat! I said repeat Kod Damnit!" The abort engines kicked in as a final jolt threw him into blackness. ------------------------------------------------------------------- On mission controls end. "Parachute deployment in 45 seconds and counting." A faint crackle returned before a reply came in "Gotcha" "Wait! You're too fast! Abort!" "Control, repeat." "You're too fast! Abort failsafe 1! "Control, repeat." "ENGAGE PARACHUTES NOW!" Francis yelled as all telemetry returned failure. "Rouge! Abort 3! Abort 3! Fire descent engines! one of your parachutes has failed! Dammit!" "What is it Francis?" said Alexia as she rushed into the control room. "Rouge's comm's line is dead, his last telemetry readings gave failure on altitude, speed, heat and pressure and the on-board computer has stopped responding!" "We'll have to scout out the crash site." "Agreed, fetch the jeeps and let's head out of here."

"Orbit secured, how's it going up there?" "Amazing, I can see more of Kerbin than anyone since the 1960's" The crackling transmission abruptly ended with a sharp crack as Anatolia IV disappeared behind the planet. One orbit had been completed by Rouge in the tense moments since liftoff, and now kerbalkind was back to the stars . "Did you hear about Frequency Aerospace? They've just launched a kerbal into space themselves." "I heard! It appears we have someone on our tail." "I wonder how Rouge is doing..." ---UP IN ANATOLIA IV--- This is the diary of Rouge Desmond Kerman, Today I went into orbit! My craft has officially passed over the same spot of land! I feel so happy. There was one moment of the launch where I thought I would die in a cascade of rocket debris and fire, but luckily that didn't happen! Anyway, time to note down some important events. Theorodica has now launched a full scale hunt for Francis Roman. I just hope he's alright. A couple of planes got hit by a missile off the coast of Agraristan. And, best bit of all, the U.P.A.R (United Protectorate of the Arctic Region) has officially gained recognition from the Kerbal Grand Council and is currently being assisted by Medwedia. I think that's all. Rouge out! Rouge sighed as he closed the recorder. This was one of the best moments of his life, but it would soon end. Coming up over the southern Agraristanian ocean was the point he would have to engage his engines in order to land at the ice flats that the base was located. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, mark. Re-ignition. Burn count 10, 15, 20, 30, 40, 50. Engines cut. Trajectory pointed over to the ice flats." *THUNK* Now decoupled, Rouge could see the stage that had put him into orbit drift slowly past as he readied the craft for reentry.

My submission

he's using 0.22. He has so many mods that he can't update (I think)

Banned for living in the mountains

Name: Flavon XQC11-F Gravity: 0.83G Atmosphere: Yes, Argon: 81% Water Vapor: 18.5% Carbon Dioxide: 0.3% Ozone: 0.2% Weather: Very steamy, like a giant sauna. Life: Mostly covered in lush rainforests. Apperance: Yellowish white clouds, greenish soil and Violet oceans. Moons: Flavon XQC11-F1 (Rocky, orange, 10% size of mother planet), Flavon XQC11-F2 (Just discovered recently, presumably captured asteroid in stable ,but eccentric , orbit.)

I build a massive wall of snow that blocks it! I throw a duck at the next poster

OOH! Can't wait for more!

Francis was tied up with anxiety, this was the first proper rocket they had built. C.L.F.R 0.711 engine, VN-400l fuel tank, DXNY-223 decouplers and a specially fitted computer monitoring device with a radio antenna attached, the Detached Rocketry Control System version 4, or DRCS-4. All of the systems had been properly tested and the rocket was attached to the launch pad with 2 large clamps that would release 0.1 seconds before take off. 10 minutes to go, the ground crew was scurrying about left right and center trying to fix minor issues, establish a constant radio stream to the rocket, removing the thermonic insulation that kept the fuel from evaporating all before the final moments. By 2 minutes all foreseeable problems had been fixed and the rocket was ready to leave kerbin. "T-5, 4, ignition sequence start, 3, 2, 1, separation nominal, we have liftoff of the Anatolia 1 rocket! Designed to touch the stars!" Francis took a big sigh of relief, the rocket had taken off successfully! All communications with the on-board computer were perfect as the internal heat sensors and pressure sensors showed that the new, cleaner fuel had managed to stop critical failure. "See that?" Damion asked while pointing at the now white blur moving steadily upwards, "That's your progress right there. The engineering of you and your team have gotten 20 tonnes of explosives into space!" "Are getting." replied Francis "We're not there yet." "Just you wait and see! 2 decades from now you might even land on the Mün!" "Or aboard a space station" Whispered Alexia. Sorry for small update. Will probably do more quick short ones than hard-to-make long ones.

Granted. You now have to listen to justin beiber's song 'Baby' 24/7 I wish I had a tortoise.

ment xxxxz

"So! How much extra fuel have you packed on this one? None? Will I end up not being able to ascend to munar orbit again? Are you sure?" - Bob Kerman shortly before launching in the Novgorod II

0/10 You are?

The Polar base from my space station story!

Henceforth is a detailed analysis of the V.B.S.P

Currently the V.B.S.P(Very Big Space Program) has no intense safety regulations but due to piloting skill (mostly luck) a majority of missions survive. The Only area which requires improvement are the ascent from the mun. Both tries have failed. Grade- C-

I have an Idea for the brain 2.3 Kerbals appear to lack a definitive central nervous system with only 4 'nodes' throughout the body. 3 of these are in the head and one in the central portion of the torso, as in this diagram. Thus if they sustain damage to the head sufficient to damage the three nodes at the head the kerbal will continue to use the fourth node.