GreeningGalaxy

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Banned for suggesting that the number which is obviously intended to resemble the symbol for the Cancer Zodiac sign is 'impolite.'

5007: The Keternet threatens to bring about the end of the world, and is quickly replaced with Euclidnet and Safenet. 5008: Oatmeal is invented.

Spore? Disdisturm ah disdisdurm! Sigga vligga vlurg nerg! Terraforming.

*drumrollllllll* GreeningGalaxy posts to the Guess Who Will Reply Next thread! Megatiger78 was right! *thunderous applause* AutumnalEquinox will totally post next.

0/10 Never ever seen you before, despite your large post count.

Human greed? When did humans ever enter this? besides I hardly think that humanity's reaction to having their basic needs provided for them by the government rather than having to fight for survival would suddenly make everyone try to kill each other for their land, would it? I mean,- [banned for political ranting] In any case, the sudden reappearance of the abhorrently capitalist Kionicles from my shoddily-constructed spatial redirection envelope wrecks the system when the Kionicles decide to attack for 'fun' and 'profit'. In a fit of anti-Kionicle rage, GreeningUniverse-Beta draws upon the energies of a hundred of her largest stars, then crushes the cores of every one simultaneously. The resultant hypernova blasts all its energy out through her universe-body, focused into a tight, coherent beam aimed individually at every Kionicle-associated entity. I set up a new, tougher spatial redirection membrane, this time trapping the Kionicles, all of their ships, and the constantly-rebounding supernova laser inside a volume smaller than KSC. I then lock the membrane inside an Alcubierre bubble and send it towards the edges of the universe at 200c. This pleases the Kerbals, and immigration to the Jool system increases dramatically in the aftermath, improving production of our democratized economy. My sister and I return the bottom of Vall's ocean, where we have a little house on a hill. Our hill.

Yep! Red Iron Crown

Hydroponics.

The Greening sisters overthrow the dictatorship and establish a democratic communist regime on the Kerbol system. The kerbals recognize that capitalism is terrible and will only result in the defunding of the space program. The microbes in Jool's atmosphere and the [DATA EXPUNGED] on Vall and Laythe also agree that this is the best course of action, and everyone lines up to cast their votes in the first election. GreeningUniverse-Beta and General Rarity are elected co-presidents, while everyone else on the thread is elected to the senate. Housing, food, and health care are all provided by the government with revenues generated through the Jool system's prodigious antimatter exports to neighboring star systems, and everyone even has access to their very own hill. Our non-dystopian society.

Granted. Star trek novels. If your opinion of the definition of 'entertaining' includes 'really bad fanfiction,' you're in luck. I wish for a chocolate peanut butter cream pie.

Your attempt to steal antimatter with lasers results in a 50-megaton explosion in Duna orbit. The blast of incredibly high-energy photons hits you and turns your ship to ionized plasma. An antimatter-powered police torchship intercepts you and takes you into custody, and your sleazy capitalist regime is dismantled. Citizens of the Jool system continue to live their lives in security and happiness, not having to worry about whether or not the government views them as worthy to live or partake in the shared resources. My comrades.

In order to get between planets, the most fuel-efficient possible trajectory is the torchship maneuver: simply aim at the target planet, start burning your engine, and flip over and burn the other way once you get halfway there. If you run out of fuel before completing this, then you are obviously terrible at the game and shouldn't even bother whining to us on the forums because we'll never help.

Hard to parse effectively into coherent detail but gives nice elfy vibes nonetheless. 9/10.

*twitch* Try 'irony'. Kerbals can control themselves! They can laugh or scream or twitch. They just defer to our superior judgement and orders and limb-forcing robot exoskeletons.

Eeloo's closer proximity to the sun improves solar panel output! Which doesn't mean a whole lot since mostly we just use nuclear reactors out here. Being a moon of Jool, however, gives us access to the gas giant's antimatter-filled magnetosphere, and we improve our infrastructure by trading this valuable resource with Dres, Eve, and Duna. Kerbin has an antimatter embargo placed on it due to its careless population.

Granted. You now own a quantum supercomputer with a liquid-helium-immersed core and a small power plant's worth of power draw. The power company cuts you off and fines you for the transformers you blew out. I wish for a gallon jug of pineapple juice.

One of your books gets published as YELLING ALL CAPS TEXT in 72 point comic sans on a skeevy .net website with a black background and popup ads every 30 seconds. With no credit given to you, of course. I wish for a 10-watt green laser with a perfectly-round, zero-divergence beam, an unlimited power source, and robust components that will never wear out, even with continuous use.

Socialism is pretty okay with both me and my sister. We agree to share the means of production on Eeloo and defer to your judgement on matters of distribution. The People's Eeloo!

Probably one of the first times I made a decent KSPI ship: I decided to land it on Minmus for a shakedown cruise, which went swimmingly enough. Then I figured I'd launch another one and land next to it just to show off my awesome precision landing skills to myself, at which point I discovered, about 2.5 kilometers above Minmus in a steep dive trajectory, what "Radiation Safety" on the DT-Vista engine actually meant. Rather than firing the engine back up and dooming the kerbals below to radiation poisoning, I decided to do my best (not much) to slow down with RCS and see if I could ride out the crash. I did, but the ship certainly didn't stay intact enough to make it back to Kerbin.

Your space marines are trapped inside the inescapable redirection membrane surrounding your star system. You cannot 'exterminus' me or my sister since we're both outside of the bubble and have no intention of entering it. GG-Beta and I ascend into orbit and board our spaceship, heading off to Eeloo under Alcubierre drive. Our Eeloo.

Yep! Three houseplants in my room, several houseplant candidates in the windows of the building next door, and a small but difficult-to-count number of small trees. The user below me has their screen brightness set to something besides 100%.

Hm mh. Megatiger.

GreeningMegaverse's superstring frequency resonates exactly to mine, allowing me to transfer her from the convolutions of the inescapable prison microverse (leaving all of her Bionicle components behind) to the seafloor of Laythe along with me, bypassing all conventional, quantum-mechanical, or thaumatological methods of containment or defense employed in the microverse. GreeningUniverse becomes GreeningUniverse-Alpha! GreeningMegaverse becomes GreeningUniverse-Beta! We are both identical twins, except for a small variation in mass distribution. Due to our identical quantum superstring frequencies, we share quantum foam wormholes and can exchange matter or teleport to each other at will. My sister. Edit: Now there are two of them! This is getting out of hand!