GreeningGalaxy

Yep, sounds good! I finish sinking to the bottom of Vall's ocean. My extrakerbestrial seafloor.

Granted. They now treat it like it's mud, discouraging kids from playing in it at recess/gym class and telling their janitors to clean it up whenever it finds its way inside the building so as to maintain a non-squalid education environment. I wish for the discovery of an optically-transparent material which is also as strong and flexible as steel, as cheap to produce as styrofoam, and as lightweight as low-density plastic.

4071: The SKP Foundation discovers an object known as a 'quicksave.' They enact what is codenamed "Contingency F9-Hold", ultimately resetting the universe 41 years back in time, just after Caroline Kerman turned up missing in the Kerberture Laboratories karbonite mine, and long before mysterious mods took over the solar system. 4071.1 (occupying timeline segment analogous to 4030): A mysterious object is detected approaching the edges of the Kuiper Belt. A high-speed nuclear-powered probe is launched to rendezvous with it.

It's the HypeCar! I made this huge ship with NFT/KSPI (the big tanks are full of the same mass in liquidfuel as the original NFT ones had in hydrogen; that's to make KSPI play nice). Its RPM external camera system includes a boom that peeks over the edge of the engine to monitor it. That camera's probably getting fried by neutron radiation about now. Unfortunately, the game gets ornery once I take it into solar orbit. For some reason, KSPI's deuterium-tritium tanks lag a good distance behind once the transition is made from Kerbin's SOI to the Sun's. The tanks are in the foreground there; they aren't really as big as they look. In this picture, you can see how the camera is following the center of mass of the two parts, making it very hard to fly anything: I tried to explode the tanks off with whack-a-kerb, but the spheres I shot just passed right through them. Eventually I had to write the mission off, but testing of the next version (which used inline cryostats instead of the radial ones) failed when the game brought my computer to a screeching, grinding halt and I had to force a reboot.

Electrical

You get a million nukes to shoot at your own spaceship! I wish we could build nuclear salt-water powered ships.

GreeningGalaxy shamelessly self-inserted herself into the one-word story

Granted. You now have no mods installed other than Active Texture Management. I wish I could run at 100 meters per second.

You ninja'd me! 4067: The KIONICLES's cure fails. Furthermore, they discover that they are not, in fact, immune to SKP-217, and begin turning evil and growing rocket appendages. The Global Occult Koalition's last remaining orbital railgun in the Joolian system recognizes them as threats and begins attacking them.

Fine. You get a fish. The fish makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish, but no one is listening to the fish or wants to grant its wishes, so nothing further happens. Enjoy your fish. I wish I had more time to play KSP.

My trajectory gets me off Pol, but puts me on a collision course with Vall. I've been manipulating universal constants a lot lately, and doing so is making me a little tired. In a last-ditch effort, I deactivate all fail-safes on the tritium-breeder fission reactor, then get out of the ship and jump up and away from Vall's rapidly-approaching surface. Because of some slightly iffy small changes I made to my ship's systems, the supercriticality neutron pulse from the fission reactor sets off fusion in the deuterium-tritium fuel supply, and the ship explodes in a bright sphere of fusion plasma. The wave of expanding plasma catches in my dress and slows me down from a high-speed impact with the surface. Unfortunately, the massive explosion cracks open Vall's ice, and I fall straight through a fissure, splash into the subsurface ocean, and start sinking straight towards the distant bottom below. Good thing universes don't need to breathe... My Vall.

Traceback (most recent call last): File "<megatiger78>", line 7982, in <wish> I wish for a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish that makes a wish to get a fish! SyntaxError: Incoherent wish. I wish for more apple juice.

The space pirates are also stopped at Eeloo Border Patrol with their illegal micro-star. This time, the pirates are locked in an interrogation room on board a station, the crew escapes through the rear airlock, and the station drops containment of its antimatter storage. The pirates and the mini star are are annihilated. I arrive at Pol and plant my flag on its tallest hill. My Pol.

4065.6: Suddenly, six of the probes crash headlong into Bop, despite their orbits being far too low for that to have occurred. Before the others can give chase, their signals are lost. 4065.7: A large, invisible mass is detected approaching Kerbin.

The star you find to 'throw into Jool' is, by virtue of the fact that you're throwing it into Jool and not onto or through it, smaller than Jool. This is a very skeevy size for a star to be, and as you pass the limits of the solar system, Eeloo Border Patrol stops you, confiscates the illegally-small star, and demands to know where you got it. You mutter something about a tiny nebula that came out of a broken jar. Your interrogator narrows his eyes, stares up through the ceiling, and mutters an oath under his breath. "Oh, sweet moons of Sentar, it's her again, isn't it? I'm afraid we're going to have to destroy your star, but let us know if you see that accursed witch running around in the Joolian system, okay?" he says. You nod. He opens the door to the interrogation room, at which point you rush out, grab your tiny contraband star, and make a break for it, burning people who get in your way with the star's overactive chromosphere. You jump in your getaway ship, speed off to Jool, and throw the star into it, where it absorbs hydrogen and helium from the atmosphere, turns into a very short-lived blue microgiant, and explodes in a tiny pair-instability supernova, leaving behind nothing but a black scorch mark in Jool's atmosphere. Eeloo Border Security sees the flash on Jool's surface, thinks it's you crashing, and gives up the search. Your space mission. Edit: ninja'd. You can keep the power plant for now.

I carefully adjust the fundamental constants of every universe (save for a 1-kilometer sphere surrounding megatiger78) to make them all extremely and specifically inimical to all bionicles. Most of particularly nasty bacterial infection arising from the tissue/machinery interface as a result of slight (and, on the whole, harmless to all other life) alterations to the way chemistry works, while those surviving on massive doses of second-line antibiotics discover that their elemental manipulation powers no longer make sense. They die when their power sources can no longer generate meaningful energy with their original mechanisms and their batteries finally run out. Selecting the dead bionicles, I momentarily drop the strong force constant surrounding all of them, dispersing them into hydrogen and neutron radiation. The bionicles left within your 1-kilometer safe bubble can now defend your hill, but cannot go too far from you without being exposed to a universe that hates them. Meanwhile, I believe I'm still on my way to Jool.

You're all banned because the wikipedia page on persona non grata says it's Latin and I can't even [REDACTED] believe that I didn't notice that, you know, when I checked the page to make sure I was spelling it correctly. I'll see myself out.

, who attempted to Ethiopia into lithosphere

Yeah! Then we can commit arson see pretty visual effects when we test our weapons on the VAB! Wall cars might suddenly take on a whole new level of perilousness, as might landing rocket-powered vehicles on the helipads (and, likely, missing). Fortunately, I think the VAB doesn't look like much of a fire trap.

Banned for improper use of kitchen utensils. Remove him from the court!

You're alive. (Kidding! You're dead! ) I wish I could alter coefficients of friction and masses of objects at will during sporting events.

38. Superglue your elbow to the table. 39. Use a magnifying glass to carefully inspect the floor. Written in the carpet, you will find the names of all the people who care about your failure. Ohh! burn! 40. Try stepping out the water and putting some shoes on before working with electrical connections.

, what are we really made of? Dig deep inside the atom, and you'll find tiny particles...

Persona non grata is arguably English. Yes, of course it's French, but it has a definitive meaning in English which has a different connotation than its French root, and the majority of those educated in English know what it means. My escape tower stays unlit, thank you very much. In fact, I'm already in orbit; why do I still have my escape tower?? I decouple my escape tower and fire it retrograde. No use in hauling around what I have no further ability to use. You're banned for making me forget to jettison that.