CatastrophicFailure

How about the Kerbal tether? Is that available anywhere?

[quote name='_PRATTER_']I've had that problem before and I've narrowed it down to an old .dll file. So i just replaced the .dll file with the newer one and it worked[/QUOTE] er... [I]which [/I]one?

Patiently waiting (and subbing) till this great sounding mod gets moving again. Was there ever any word on 1.0.4 compatibility?

Hi, threw this on on a lark and something's very wrong. If I click the VAB in the space center scene, nothing happens. Doing so locks out all the other facilities & buttons too. I POE'd it down to the \texturereplacer and \KSPRC folders. If I remove them, it remove the problem. Running 1.0.5 on Win, is this a known thing by chance? Logs & stuff available on request.

Interesting and all, but I'm getting a little nervous waiting for SpaceX to fly ANYthing right now. They're rapidly running out of 2015 to do anything in, and still say two flights last I heard.

Got a random urge to try a Jet Ski with the new buoyancy model. It didn't really ski... [video=youtube;JxzEn-zCmMI]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxzEn-zCmMI[/video]

[quote name='Jodo42']I actually did it back on the [URL="http://forum.kerbalspaceprogram.com/threads/113743-Deep-Diver-Challenge%21?p=1815768&viewfull=1#post1815768"]previous thread[/URL] but had some issues getting parts to sink with the asteroid. Do asteroids properly sink by themselves on Laythe now?[/QUOTE] Confirmed, they appear to sink everywhere except Eve.

[quote name='neistridlar']This is really cool. Now you just need to bring one of those astroids to lathe, and you will have the new high score for depth.[/QUOTE] Ya just had to go & plant the seed, didn't ya? :cool: This ended up taking all @#$%&!!! day. There's no such thing as a "hastily edited video" I suppose. But here it is, hastily edited. [video=youtube;jOrbMJbkC-M]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOrbMJbkC-M[/video] Sunk an asteroid on Laythe. Final depth: 1427m. [img]http://i.imgur.com/DKHu0TA.png[/img] @Red Dwarf: Good luck on your exams. School sucks. But it gets better. :D

How does one go about backing up forum posts without a lot of tedious copy+pasting?

I spent waaaay to long on that. Took days to collect all the footage (since, like the title says, highly unstable and I get maybe one launch per crash), was worried I wouldn't have enough. Probably could have used the whole song after all. And thanks :cool: I use KJR and some upgraded struts from Stock Revamp (I think). At some point Squad fixed their wobbly joints too I thought. More details on the new launcher will come with its next payload. Impactor contracts come from the [URL="http://forum.kerbalspaceprogram.com/threads/114087-1-0-Impact!-impact-science-and-contracts-v1-2-0-With-Asteroids-7-9-15"]Impact![/URL] mod. Works with asteroids too!

Quick question... The huge round solar panels in the Glushkos Dream vid, what are they from?

I seriously do NOT have the patience to make videos, but this one came out pretty good so I'm presenting it here devoid of context :P [video=youtube;UjZ7xTsS_j8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjZ7xTsS_j8[/video] [IMG]http://static.someecards.com/someecards/usercards/1289113328324_4789837.png[/IMG]

[quote name='Comrade Political Officer']Greetings, Comrades! After minor under-performance of previous seismic impact test, our brilliant engineers have worked long nights to bring solution before contract expiration. Behold, first released footage of new heavy-lift Ussari launch vehicle, Krasniyy Ivan Ultra! In development for some time, what was to be experimental launch carrying useless test mass becomes gambit to fulfill contract! CHAOS hardware has been quickly adapted to provide necessary guidance to impact Mün with nearly 10 tonnes! Footage has been compiled here to traditional Ussari Naval hymn! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjZ7xTsS_j8 [quote name='Comrade Political Officer']Initial analysis of data confirms that Krasniyy Ivan Ultra will be capable of placing over 20 tonnes in LKO, 6.5 tonnes to TMI, and smaller payloads beyond Kerbin SOI without use of extra transfer stage! [quote name='Comrade Political Officer']It is mixed bag however, good Comrades. As planned, Krasniyy Ivan Ultra upper stage successfully impacts Mün with 9.5 tonnes of mass remaining, traveling at over 3 kilometers per second only hours before contract expires. But upon searching for carrier signal from Müna 8 on surface to begin seismic data transmission, all is silent. Both Tracking Station and orbiting Müna 7 are unable to find any trace of lander. It is as if Müna 8 has completely disappeared. Further study of this aberration will have to wait, however, as now we must focus on upcoming historic three-day flight of brave Dibella Kermanov!

Power's out, running KSP on a gennie. All my work clothes are in the washer so I can't even go to bed yet. Soooooooo...... Entertained myself with some BD Armory in .05 [img]http://i.imgur.com/yNF7lsn.png[/img]

See that odd bit of wing there? It's part of the other guy's plane. It's stuck on there like a bug onna windshield. [img]http://i.imgur.com/YmxhLuQ.png[/img] Also, a few bits of this one missing too...

So I stumbled upon this, and had to go download .05 just to try it out. First I figured I'd be all cool and dump an asteroid into the oceans of Eve. Slapped together a ship and spent the next two and a half hours getting there, but, well... [imgur]fHPYH[/imgur] Final depth (on Kerbin) was 1005 meters. Asteroid-ballasted diving bell. :cool: [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/1yKqLyS.gif[/IMG]

ToMAYto toMAHto. Ain't gonna argue Ford vs Chevy either:P

Because some people don't like subtitles or re-watching

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Chapter 27: A Pound of Flesh "Oduvanchik, Control, we have SECO at MET06:37, reading your orbit at 197 by 145, all systems go." Once again a cheer went up in the cavernous Mission Control room, somewhat muted but no less enthusiastic. Dibella's launch had gone perfectly with not a single parameter out of place. Tercella had the first shift as flight controller, and despite the lingering hesitancy in her voice, had managed it quite well. "Control, Oduvanchik," Dibella's strong voice crackled over the speakers, "status report. Oxygen 99%, batteries 99%, flight fuel 93%, re-entry fuel 100%. All systems nominal." "Er, yes, we copy Oduvanchik. You are cleared for an initial 50 orbits. This is the long haul." "Copy that, control. Let's hope I still feel this chipper in a couple of days. Butterflies in my stomach already. Ready to begin setting up for the photographic survey of north Kerfrica." "Jumping right in, that's the spirit. Ok, beginning with item 2-a on the on-orbit checklist..." Valentina watched from an empty corner of the room. If one had been looking this way, this small corner would have appeared... dim, as if the light that passed this way was somehow diminished. That is what one would see, if one bothered to look. But no one did. Valentina hadn't spoken to the other two in several days now. They were busy with training, and preparing, and paperwork, of course. She didn't want to bother them. She hadn't actually spoken to anyone since... she wasn't quite sure. It didn't matter. Once this was over... Valentina stood in her dim little corner, keeping silent vigil. Somewhere deep in her mind, a still, small voice fought desperately. It had to warn her. But it was slowly choking in the darkness. *** After months of setbacks and disappointments, Dibella Kermanov's long flight was finally the publicity victory the Union so desperately needed. Spinning around the globe, each new orbit brought a new record. The first person to sleep in space, the first person to eat in space, the first person to get sick in space from eating space food. Flying at a high 43 degree inclination, she passed over nearly every population center in the world, beaming down grainy, live television broadcasts, often in the viewers' native language, and quickly becoming somewhat of a celebrity. All the while, data flowed back to the Cosmodrome, bringing new insights into Kerbal physiology and space science. But for Valentina, those three days passed in a haze. She spent most her time in the Mission Control center, for lack of anything else to do. A deep-seated anger she couldn't understand festered in her mind, coloring everything, and punctuated by the incessant voice that sounded ever more reasonable. Perhaps there was no more point in resisting. "Copy that, Oduvanchik, everything checks out down here, we're ready to begin the de-orbit sequence," said the flight controller as he stood by his console. It was some engineer Valentina didn't recognize, but he had a bald spot so large even she could see it. Tercella, again, was out with the recovery crews. "Switching to de-orbit checklist," Dibella sounded tired, "looking forward to getting home. After that extension to 70 orbits I think I'm beginning to get a bit ripe up here." Bald Spot chuckled, "copy that, Oduvanchik, should have you on the ground in another hour." Well, that was it then. Valentina sighed, and walked out the door to the apron in front of the building. She stood there, staring up at the clouded sky, feeling the cold air bite against her face. At least she felt something out here, she felt dead inside. A technician in a lab coat walked by, hurrying about his business. Valentina ignored him. It was over, now. Things couldn't go on like this anymore. She missed her deda, missed his comforting voice. She could use his guidance now. There was nothing more for it, she would quit the program. Go back home, find the cabin they had once shared. If the forest had not reclaimed it. The police would probably allow her back, now. Another technician went past, into the door. Useless little pest. Bustling about his pointless life as if-- Valentina blinked. Where had that thought come from? Do you see? You begin to. The voice was like silk on steel. You will be awed by what you can see in the dark, once your eyes... adjust. Valentina closed here eyes. It was starting already. An engineer went out the door. "What do you want?" Valentina said softly. For you to fulfill your potential. You shall join the Great Work. You will find a home, here, with us, in the dark. "...'us?' You are a... you?" We are many. We are... legion. The engineer brushed past again. Valentina looked sadly around the Cosmodrome, at the people hurrying back and forth like insects, Zarya now sitting on the launch pad. Resignation washed over her like icy water. It was all pointless. "So be it then," she said, "take your pound of flesh." The voice railed with laughter. You are not yet ready. The price... must be paid. "Wha--?" The technician in the lab coat bumped into Valentina so hard she nearly fell. Anger surged, and instead she caught him by the arm and spun him around. "What is going on?" she snarled at him. His eyes were wide with terror, but at her or...? "There's been... we..." he stammered, "we have a problem."

Imgur is leaking.

Nicely done. Now launch into a polar orbit and show us the entire planet.

Boots on the Mün will... take some time. Despite the successes of the robotic space program, the crewed program continues to suffer setbacks....

Chapter 26: Night and Day The warm summer air pressed down oppressively on the forest, muggy and thick with the buzz of cicadas. Here and there, tinier insects flitted about, oblivious to the still mist. Valentina crept silently between the trees, moving with a preternatural grace, fitting through the branches yet not touching a one. Her face was black with foul mud and streaked with sweat. Her quarry lay just ahead. She deftly slid past another limb. Moving about this part of the taiga was always tricky. Inadvertently brushing up against a Stick would quickly spoil your day, here. But Sticks, at least, mostly kept to themselves. Mostly. A Twig, on the other hand... Valentina shuddered in spite of the heat. The villagers avoided the deep wood, feared it, called it a place of death. Yes, there was death here, death in spades. But there could only be so much death because there was so much life. Here, everything was alive. The trees, the soil, the water, even the rocks. Life permeated the air with an otherworldly force. And that life would inevitably bring death. Life fed death fed life, in circles upon infinite circles. The patterns were there, for anyone who cared to look. Valentina knew the circles well, their interactions, their interceptions. Another interception waited in the next clearing. She didn't know the great furry thing's name. The taiga-dwellers seldom bothered with names. There was so much here, no one could know all the names. "Lunch" or "argh" covered most things, and the names could switch with disturbing speed. Except Sticks. And Twigs. Those were worthy of names. She had been stalking this particular thing for over an hour, and it had finally let its guard down in the small clearing. Hidden in the undergrowth, Valentina silently drew back on her short bow, its waxed string and supple wood not making a sound. The tiny arrow's tip had been dipped in the juice of berries and crushed beetles. She took a slow breath, let it part way out, aimed... The thing sensed the threat. It tensed, spun its head... but too late. The arrow caught it in the flank and it was dead before it hit the ground. Valentina smiled beneath her mask of mud. Now, there would be meat for smoking, bone for tools, a pelt to trade, and... well, those spiky bits on the tail must be good for something. This, this was right. This made sense. Here, in this fearsome place, was comfort. Belonging. Solitude. Peace. This, was home. But... that wasn't right, was it? There was something else, something she had to... Valentina pushed the uncomfortable thought away. She drew her knife, and cautiously approached the carcass. It burst into flames. She stood transfixed, too shocked to move. Then the carcass moved. It shifted, strained, then began to rise. As the flames burned ever higher, it slowly turned. The flaming corpse of Sergei Kermanski stared back at her with empty eye sockets. Valentina wanted to scream, wanted to run, but she was frozen in place. The corpse raised its blazing arms, stepping toward her. Chunks of burning, melting flesh dripped from its bones as it moved, igniting the undergrowth. "Youuu......" it somehow spoke in a ragged, rasping voice, "you did this!" "No, no I didn't," Valentina pleaded, "I couldn't..." Acrid smoke filled the clearing, the flames climbed higher. "Youuuuu did this to meeee....." "No! It wasn't.... I-I couldn't...." Now the trees, too, caught fire. The corpse stalked towards Valentina, its flesh cooking away, reaching for her. "I burned... I buuuuuurned! I burned because of you!" "No!" The conflagration grew and grew, blinding, searing. "Flames around me! Flames, nothing but flames, burning my flesh!" "I didn't... I didn't mean to!" The clearing was engulfed. Now her skin began to burn. It reached, it reached out for her. "Youuuuu.......!" And all the while, the voice laughed. DO YOU SEE? THE LIGHT EXPOSES ALL, BURNS AWAY EVERY SHELTER. ONLY IN THE DARKNESS CAN YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS HIDE! Blackened, skeletal fingers closed around her neck. Valentina's eyes shot open. For a brief moment, cold relief washed over her. She was in her bed, in her tiny room, in the darkness. But only for a moment, She. Still. Couldn't. Move. The shadows on the walls danced and writhed, eyes of nothing looked down upon her, cold and accusing. She couldn't move. Not a muscle. Not a tremble. She tried to cry out but barely a whimper crossed her lips. From the shadows, a figure rose. Valentina's panicked eyes darted about, but her body still betrayed her. The figure drew closer, closer. Dark wetness glistened on its green dress. Valentina's breath grew ragged, but still she made no sound. The Dead Girl looked down on her with lifeless eyes. She strained and wrenched but not a muscle moved. The Dead Girl reached out. "The price must be paid," burbled through its ruined neck. Cold, clammy fingers wrapped around Valentina's throat, and squeezed. In an instant, the phantoms evaporated, sensation returned, and Valentina flailed for the table lamp. For an instant as she turned the switch, she was sure that the light would not come, that the nightmare would go on and on. The Dead Girl's words echoed in her mind. The price must be paid. Sooner, or later. The price must be paid. *** A cold wind blew down from the rolling hills north of the Cosmodrome, chilling its denizens before moving on south. A slate gray sky hung over the complex, its shades muted, its sounds softened. Despite this, or perhaps defying it, those same forested hills were also alive with color. The hesitant yellow fringe of past weeks was now a sea of gold and crimson. Similar colors were slowly spreading across the Cosmodrome, too, as crews braved the wind and cold to hang banners that marked the anniversary of the Glorious Octember Revolution. Through all this, Valentina Kerman walked, not seeing the colors or feeling the wind, her heavy coat and tall ushanka little more than habit. The Kerbal coming the other way down the path didn't look at her, or really see her at all, but shifted his course, giving her a wide berth without even realizing he had done so. On the launch pad, surrounded by towers and equipment, stood the rocket that would take Dibella into space again. Valentina didn't look at it, she didn't need to. She continued along the path, surrounded by a wide bubble of emptiness despite the bustle. As expected, the towering doors of the VAB stood open. Just inside was the reason Valentina had dragged herself from the shelter of her small room. It was already surrounded by a crowd of gawkers, who nonetheless parted as she approached. Zarya. The second-generation ship, a true space ship able to maneuver and do things in orbit beyond merely being there. Far more advanced than even the Foreigners' craft, it could carry two Kerbals into space for a week or more. Some day. The craft mated to the top of this towering Krasniyy Ivan booster was merely a test article, half its systems still incomplete, scheduled for an uncrewed launch shortly after Dibella's. The crowd continued to stare and murmur, despite the fact that no one could actually see it from down on the floor. Valentina had made the trek out here, silently hoping for... something. But found nothing. Her face impassive, she turned back towards the Kerbonaut Center. No one saw her go, or had even been aware she arrived.

Hmmmmm. Udachi, Nelsy. Udachi.