GreeningGalaxy

Just jump out, turn on the EVA pack, and hold shift until you bounce off the ground. Works even better than Danny2462's helmet method in my experience.

I'd like to see you try that on Eve/Tylo/Kerbin/Duna/anywhere else that isn't easier to explore just by flying the lander around. Very cool ship, though! I love Minmus where you can hold yourself up just by blowing through a straw that's pointed generally downward.

I'm curious to know, sir, how you think you know your soup is in a parallel universe, sir. For if it were, sir, you would not be able to observe it by any means by virtue of the nature of parallel universe interactions. Waiter! This is actually very delicious soup and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Bring my compliments to the chef! *cue kraken tentacles rising out of the soup*

5/10 Seen you somewhere. The majority of my posts are on the forum games, yes. But I post pretty frequently these days, and I'm still following a lot of threads in the general discussion (and I periodically check gameplay questions for problems someone else hasn't beat me to answering. That doesn't happen much).

Me too. Can't really think how to corrupt that one in a way that would be funny. I wish my phone could get signal anywhere.

Hired Gun becomes Dissociated Plasma Cloud! Spock then comes into contact with reality and, due to the difference in vacuum energy states between fiction and reality, flashes out of existence from nucleon decay. I wish the staff at my dorm would stop handing out violation slips for every tiniest thing we do that's not even technically against the rules.

Mobil.. check On the moon?? um. False. Although so far the luck has been good for not flipping out of control with a gas station. The user below me was sick sometime in the last month.

The calculator returns "ERROR: DIVIDE BY 0" and nothing is accomplished. Way to go. I use your body as a nucleation point for a micro-big bang, causing you to become a humanoid human-sized rescaled universe as well. You become the megatigerVerse! Your vacuum energy state is higher and less stable than mine, so you should probably avoid touching me. My gravitational constant returns to normal, but I keep my scalar field, mass distribution, and (ahem) external reactivity the same so I can remain in humanoid/Troll form and not engulf the regular universe. Thank you for not slapping me any more. If I were to stop acting like a solid object just before you did that, you might burn yourself on my stars. Or lose your hand, because my vacuum energy state is inimical to conventional protons.

okay. good luck!

01/01 Ya..hou! Ahah ~$ sudo fsck /dev/This\ Thread password for greeninggalaxy: thisthreadneedsmoreeuropareport Resolving repeat errors.... Done. 10/10, you're on my friends list.

I feel like a lot of people on this thread are trying to call the principle of explosion on non-contradictions. In the event that X does not equal X, Occam's razor would seem to suggest that it's more likely that you're doing it wrong, and less likely that you broke logic. What some people are saying here is that, since X does equal X, that it obviously means they broke logic. That's not how logic works.

Everything proceeds as normal, because no two events (be they cellular reproductions, starbirth, star death, John Smith waking up one morning and discovering a note on his dining room table, Vanamonde posting to the KSP forums, the nucleation of a new universe, the decay of a normally-stable baryon, Elara Avior brushing her hair as she floats through a pressure hatch on her home space station, a cat catching, killing and eating a mouse, or someone's phone vibrating to alert its user that the machinery back at the lab finally found something noteworthy) can ever happen exactly the same way twice, and are therefore not counted as exact repetitions. I wish for cooler weather.

Yep, sure enough. What if I made more tea?

Are you certain, sir? He could merely want you to believe that, sir. Waiter, my soup is bringing about an XK-class End-Of-The-World scenario! ALL HAIL THE SOUPOCALYPSE

The mud, upon entering the boundary of my universe's downsized scalar field, becomes nothing more than a tiny, dried-out speck of space dust inside my universe-body. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to take the shape of a book. GreeningUniverse evolves into GreeningUniverseTome! I am now a heavy steel-bound volume with an elaborate bio/radiometric lock holding my covers closed. My secrets.

I alter the scalar fields surrounding the planet Earth below me, miniaturizing it to about the size of a grapefruit relative to myself and floating it over my palm. My Earth.

Adorable comic! Can't wait till there's more. Also, don't fail math because you spent the whole time drawing this for us. ;p

Then we find that the statement is true. If we can't be sure about that, we can't be sure about anything, and not being sure about anything is no fun. --Super retroactive edit!-- One could also find that the statement is false, in which case the statement's fallacy would not be upheld by the statement, still resulting in nothing resembling a paradox. If we can't be sure if falsehood is different from truth, then we can't be sure about anything. Disregard previous statement suggesting that 'this statement is true' had to be true.

Then community miss rainbowtrout's old avatar. What if I did my homework instead of posting to the forums?

You got it. I wish I could breathe through my nose instead of being sick.

Your band, for being generally rude and too loud in a quiet neighborhood after midnight, was banned.

I decrease my gravitational constant until it goes deeply negative, ripping the box apart with tidal forces and launching myself from the surface of the Earth with the inverted gravitational interaction. As I accelerate through the upper atmosphere, adiabatic compressional heating causes the air around me to heat up into a plasma. Being a universe, I am not concerned with the scorching heat on my face or the wind tearing at my hair. I return my gravitational constant to normal as the last layers of the atmosphere fall behind me, and a tiny humanoid universe is ejected out into a much bigger, far more normal one at 34 kilometers per second. My escape! (x2 combo)

10/10, all hail the Venus person. ALL. HAIL.

Banners? How wonderfully quaint. What happened to those, anyway? 6/10