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And remember kids, dont build banners in to the backs of your aircrafts cause, well.........this:

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In order to take that shot i needed to fly with hacked gravity on and i also had some rcs thrusters to keep it from doing infinite loops and i was  still  having troubles keeping it steady.

 

Anyway, have a very fun christmas guys and a happy new year :D.

 

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Merry Christmas!

I usually tend to put up funny holiday videos, but instead I'm putting this one up; and its not just because the guy has elven ears.  :sealed:  As for Kerbal Christmas, there's about two and a half pages of hits at You Tube.  Hehe!

 

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A couple I like to share. Yes, I was a weird kid.

 

Just before I turned seven, my family moved to a little village in the mountains called Mineral. I was thrilled by the prospect of finally living somewhere that got snow every year. When we moved into our house, however, instead of a fireplace like we'd always had, there was a large brown oil-burning heater. (Up 'till then I had always assumed that every house had a fireplace.) Even worse, the chimney flue that ran from the top of the heater on up into the ceiling was only about 8 inches in diameter. 

Me: "Hey! There's no fireplace! How's Santa Claus supposed to get down that skinny pipe?" 

Mom: "Oh, Santa's magic. He'll be able to get inside." 

I was more than a little skeptical about this. I'd seen pictures of Santa. Santa was HUGE! There was no way I was gonna believe a guy that big could fit down a little sheetmetal tube like that, magic or no magic. I argued with my Mom over this matter for several minutes. 

Finally Mom said: "Alright, alright! How about if we just leave the front door unlocked on Christmas Eve and Santa can get in the house that way!" 

And that's how Santa was able to deliver our gifts on Christmas, 1965...

;)

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About a year or so before we moved to the mountains, we lived in Chico, California. Chico is located not far from Beale AFB. 

One Christmas Eve in Chico, we were watching the evening news when the station interrupted the regular news to inform us that NORAD had detected a UFO flying in from over the north pole at high speed. They went on to inform us that every effort was being made to contact the object by radio, and that interceptors stationed at Beale AFB were being readied to pursue the UFO if it did not respond to radio signals. The evening news resumed. 

My sister and I were, respectively, 5 and 8 years old. We knew that this meant that that Santa was on his way. 

A few minutes later, they interrupted the news again, and informed us that the UFO was not responding to radio signals. They added that the interceptors from Beale were launching, (here they showed stock footage of F-102 fighters taking off) and that they would intercept the UFO in less than 10 minutes. The news resumed again. 

It was then that my sister and I realized that NORAD didn't know that this was Santa and was going to shoot him down. We started to panic. Mom and Dad were calmly trying to explain that Santa would be alright and everything would be okay. We weren't convinced. I can't say who, but one of us began to cry. "Waaaaah! They're going to kill Santa!" 

Finally, at the end of the News, they broke into the broadcast to report that the Interceptors were nearing the UFO, which had still not responded to radio calls. They put on an audio feed of the interceptors talking with ground control radar and we could hear the pilots as they calmly prepared to blow Santa to Kingdom Come. The planes were just about to fire when the lead pilot established visual contact with the "UFO". He said "It looks like a sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer. It's Santa Claus!" Once they realized who it was, they provided him with an aerial escort into U.S. Airspace. 

My parents finally got my sister and I calmed down about an hour later.

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2 hours ago, SSgt Baloo said:

A couple I like to share. Yes, I was a weird kid.

 

Just before I turned seven, my family moved to a little village in the mountains called Mineral. I was thrilled by the prospect of finally living somewhere that got snow every year. When we moved into our house, however, instead of a fireplace like we'd always had, there was a large brown oil-burning heater. (Up 'till then I had always assumed that every house had a fireplace.) Even worse, the chimney flue that ran from the top of the heater on up into the ceiling was only about 8 inches in diameter. 

Me: "Hey! There's no fireplace! How's Santa Claus supposed to get down that skinny pipe?" 

Mom: "Oh, Santa's magic. He'll be able to get inside." 

I was more than a little skeptical about this. I'd seen pictures of Santa. Santa was HUGE! There was no way I was gonna believe a guy that big could fit down a little sheetmetal tube like that, magic or no magic. I argued with my Mom over this matter for several minutes. 

Finally Mom said: "Alright, alright! How about if we just leave the front door unlocked on Christmas Eve and Santa can get in the house that way!" 

And that's how Santa was able to deliver our gifts on Christmas, 1965...

;)

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About a year or so before we moved to the mountains, we lived in Chico, California. Chico is located not far from Beale AFB. 

One Christmas Eve in Chico, we were watching the evening news when the station interrupted the regular news to inform us that NORAD had detected a UFO flying in from over the north pole at high speed. They went on to inform us that every effort was being made to contact the object by radio, and that interceptors stationed at Beale AFB were being readied to pursue the UFO if it did not respond to radio signals. The evening news resumed. 

My sister and I were, respectively, 5 and 8 years old. We knew that this meant that that Santa was on his way. 

A few minutes later, they interrupted the news again, and informed us that the UFO was not responding to radio signals. They added that the interceptors from Beale were launching, (here they showed stock footage of F-102 fighters taking off) and that they would intercept the UFO in less than 10 minutes. The news resumed again. 

It was then that my sister and I realized that NORAD didn't know that this was Santa and was going to shoot him down. We started to panic. Mom and Dad were calmly trying to explain that Santa would be alright and everything would be okay. We weren't convinced. I can't say who, but one of us began to cry. "Waaaaah! They're going to kill Santa!" 

Finally, at the end of the News, they broke into the broadcast to report that the Interceptors were nearing the UFO, which had still not responded to radio calls. They put on an audio feed of the interceptors talking with ground control radar and we could hear the pilots as they calmly prepared to blow Santa to Kingdom Come. The planes were just about to fire when the lead pilot established visual contact with the "UFO". He said "It looks like a sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer. It's Santa Claus!" Once they realized who it was, they provided him with an aerial escort into U.S. Airspace. 

My parents finally got my sister and I calmed down about an hour later.

It's stories like this that make Christmas for kids.

One Christmas I decided to stay awake and watch Santa fly overhead from my bedroom window, I peered and waited for hours. It was before the days of central heating and I got cold, so got in bed and waited and kept my ears open for any sound outside.  

After more hours of waiting and listening, and looking in response to likely sounds, my bedroom door opened a crack and a shadowy head peered in and saw I was watching and went away. Undeterred I kept my vigil, knowing he was around I knew I should see him fly past soon. Still no sign, then the shadow appeared at the door again and went away a second time. 

I knew Santa wouldn't deliver if he thought I was awake (I was young, not stupid) so I pretended to be asleep.  Then sounds at the door again, then sounds of leaving the door without coming in, this Santa chap is clever he knows when I'm pretending to sleep and by this time the sun was starting to rise and I knew I'd blown my chances of seeing him - and lost all my presents too.

Then my parents heard me crying and asked why, so I told them, and they said 'it's okay he left your presents here in our room'. Christmas was good after all and Santa was going to get an extra mince pie from me next year.

A few days later my dad told me [spoiler alert for any children reading] that Santa wasn't real, and I was gutted. Not angry at being lied to, well a bit bitter I suppose, but just devastated that what I believed for all my life was not true.

 

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I didn't end up finishing this, but here:

On the first day of Christmas, SQUAD gave to me: A game called KSP.

On the second day of Christmas, SQUAD gave to me: two Kerbin moons and a game called KSP.

On the third day of Christmas, SQUAD gave to me: three crashed ships, two Kerbin moons, and a game called KSP.

On the fourth day of Christmas, SQUAD gave to me: four chief Kerbals, three crashed ships, two Kerbin moons, and a game called KSP.

On the fifth day of Christmas, SQUAD gave to me: five Kraken strikes, four chief Kerbals, three crashed ships, two Kerbin moons, and a game called KSP.

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