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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:25:00 GMT -7
I will be transcribing Koko's thread from the Shade board to here as he can not copy and paste on his phone.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:25:45 GMT -7
shut up koko =] i have a brain this is my little corner to use it
in here you will find my rants and stories and anything else i feel like posting.
whether you like me or not, i have a voice, and im going to use it =]
if you have something negative to say to me or my character, make your own damn thread to do it lol or find me in game =p
ill update whenever possible. the board goes everywhere i go, so i should be able to update daily. no promises =]
and if you dont care what i have to say, use your -back- button. thats what its there for lol.
and i WILL NOT tolerate disrespect in here. or personal attacks. bring it here and i will bring it in game. real life dont belong in game. (although i DO enjoy trying to counsel people and evoke thoughts and emotion... i may bring some of that to the board, but that depends on my mood. and negativity does not sit well with me.)
i have alot to say, and will say it MY way.
ta ta for now =]
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:28:37 GMT -7
who IS koko, anyways?
all stories have characters all characters have stories this is mine...
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THE MAN:
i was born in taft, california on june 4th, 1984. my parents were very young and made alot of pretty stupid decisions. they divorced when i was 3. i have a younger brother and sister. my family is the most important thing in my life, although i haven't talked to my mom in 5 years. another of her stupid decisions.
i lived with my dad for a few years after the divorce. he taught me alot. he showed me the pain that addiction causes. he also showed me music. i grew up listening to everything from sisters of mercy to johnny cash. oingo boingo is my favorite band of all time. (i was actually conceived at one of their shows =p). he also taught me what an ugly thing hatred is. when i was with my dad, he made me believe that my mom didnt want me.
i moved in with my mom when i was 8. her husband hated me. i was too much like my dad. in school i was picked on daily, because my clothes were old and i was very small. there is a pretty sad story about that, but some things dont belong on this board. i spent the next 5 years convinced that my dad was pure evil. god parents can be awful role models...
i got sick of the crap at my moms so i moved back with my dad when i was 12. my contact with my mom has been somewhat non existant since then. she doesnt think of me as her child. i guess she still has alot of growing up to do (she was 16 when i was born. my dad was 20).
at my dads, i started becoming interested in music. he was in a band, and i started watching him. he taught me how to play guitar, then i taught him how to PLAY guitar =]. i played trombone in the school jazz band and orchestra. i was damn good. then one day, my life, and how i lived it, changed forever...
the day was october 27th, 1997. my brother and i were skating to school. we got there early, so i decided that we would race down a hill til school started. we raced down three or four times before i got a great idea. i told my brother that if we lay down on the board we would go way faster. so we take off our backpacks and lay on our old school powells. as we fly down the street, i see a van racing down the other street. i assumed they had a stop sign, so i didnt slow down.
everything goes black then fades into a bright white...
i wake up on the street with my principal standing over me screaming and crying 'i cant believe i ran you over!'. once she says these words, i turn over in the most intense pain i have ever felt. i cant breath and the gravel feels like thousands of needles jabbing my back. the ambulance arrives around this time. six paramedics hold me on the ground as i yell 'i have a math test today' and try to roll over onto my stomach to ease the pain in my back. i manage to roll over, then again. no matter how i lay, everything hurts. i catch a glimpse of my brother crying on the sidewalk. the paramedics cut my shirt off, and as they pull it away i see tire treads across the part where my stomache belongs.
i spend the next four weeks in the hospitals hooked to machines that do for me what my body should do on its own. both lungs collapsed. ruptured spleen. cracked knee caps. broken sternum. a tube down my throat to suction out my lungs. i look at my stomache and see staples holding me together.
that was the longest four weeks of my life. i couldn't talk so i had to write everything down. my friends from school (the very few i had) came to visit. my mom came one time. and when she did, the only thing she asked my dad was 'so who is going to pay for this?'
in that four weeks of silence, i had alot of time to think. why am i still alive? what was i supposed to do that i haven't yet done?
i began to look at life in a completely new way. i have always been a very spiritual person, but i began to submerge myself in thought. i became a recluse at 13.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:30:07 GMT -7
since i had all that time to think, i became an expert of emotions, and how to read people.
when i left the hospital i realized that i could never play trombone again. two collapsed lungs really limit what you can do... so i started playing drums. i was a great jazz drummer. i played in front of thousands of people at various jazz festivals. then, i broke my elbow and dislocated both shoulders lol.
so i turned to guitar. so far there is nothing that has stopped me yet. and since guitar was my first instrument, id have to say im damn good at that too. =]
i have travelled far and wide playing my music, and haven't looked back. i BELIEVE that my music, mixed with my sense of being, is the reason i am still breathing today. my purpose in life is to affect people with my music.
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you ask why i tell my real life story? why do i go into detail? because maybe, just maybe, my story will breath life into the way that i am. i am a bi polar musician with a chip on my shoulder. i am addicted to pain. both physical and emotional. and i KNOW nothing will ever kill me til i have fulfilled my destiny.
now, on to my character =]
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:31:43 GMT -7
the myth ko ko pelli is the hunch back flute playing navajo god of fertility and music. seeing as i am navajo, as well as a musician trying to sew my seed of knowledge, i felt that there could be no better name for my character.
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i first pressed play some time in 03. i only played for a week then got sick of the mean people. i didnt play again for a year.
the next time i played, i got more into it. i stayed out of chat to avoid the mean people. i would run around naked trying to figure things out. noone bothered me and i kept to myself. one day, i got a pm to join a clan. i didnt know what that meant, but agreed. the clan leader was helldrgn. i decided to name myself heckdrgn as a tongue in cheek kinda reply to my clan leaders name.
as it turned out, my new clan was target number one of poa. we were the fake dragons. i didnt know what that meant, so i just laughed them off. it became a daily struggle trying to hunt AND avoid being pked.
one day, in cloven pine chat, myrdrake told me if i didnt drop tag i would be hunted forever. i didnt want to deal with that so i dropped tag and changed my name. he told me if i wanted a drgn name i would have to get to level 10 and join a REAL drgn clan. i said ok.
the next day, i was recruited into row, the wolf clan. i wasn't level 10 yet, so i couldn't have a wolf name. i changed my name to misnthrp. i always liked misanthrope as a name. it was my name in unreal tournament. then i got a pm one day.
-msnthrop-
nice name. the misn doesnt look right anyways =p
damnit. another name change!
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:34:22 GMT -7
the birth of koko
i had a terrible dilemma. what could my new name be? row was in the process of merging into poa.
then i thought back to my great grandma and all the old navajo stories she would tell me (and still does =]) i got it! kokopeli!
so i became koko And became poa. i had a blast. i had friends and i had enemies. but i wasn't a drgn yet. (It takes a long ass time to level up when you refuse help and do everything yourself)
Then one day, shadow disbanded. i was left tagless again. my brother was in a little clan called inf. they told me that they were going to tag me whether i liked it or not. i reluctantly agreed and took the tag. over time, i began to bond with them. we were a huge family. everyone helped everyone. we had wars. we had fun. sometimes we had too much fun.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:48:08 GMT -7
where to go now?
after a while, i finally became a known player. i trained many people. many of whom grew way bigger than me and eventually abandoned me. then there was angel.
angel was the most perfect person i ever met in the game. i loved her. we were inseparable. but the growing drama within inf became too much for her, so she dropped tag to join abe. i felt betrayed.
one night i got a call from eradicator. typhoid was in trouble in the crypt. i had never been there before, but i would rather risk death than leave a clan mate to the wolves. so i ran there, searching for about half an hour trying to find the crypt. once inside, i was guided in pm by erad and ty to where her bones lay. i was scared. there were monsters i have never seen before. i finally found her and started hacking away at patchwork beasts with my new wicked. boy those things sure did hurt me in my steel helm dragon eye shield and cryptkeeper cloak (kracken slipped it in my pack when i was in the fake dragon clan.)
while trying to clear the room so i could rescue my fallen clan mate, i saw it. -new level-. my level 10! i was so excited i almost dropped the ball and died. after the rescue erad called me and said ' great work GENERAL koko'
i was now a general of inf. and a level 10! i changed my name to kokodrgn and have honored the dragon name since.
unfortunately, inf was soon gone. erad and ty moved to a new area where they could get no shade. i was tagless again...
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:50:22 GMT -7
a new beginning i decided that since i have made it this far, i would try my hand at starting a clan. i brought some of the inf people along with me. they were my family. blade and felony. god we had great times.
then one day, a voice from my past sent a pm. it was angel. her name described her to a tee.
she invited me to join abe. i talked to abel and he told me i could join. BUT i wasn't about to leave my family behind. i told him that i would join if blade and felony could join too. then he said only if they get to level 10.
i worked the next few days with them to meet abels requirements.
then we found our home.
i haven't left since, nor do i plan to.
(as a side note, abel has the honor of being one of only two people to have pked me =p the other is speck, but thats a different story... and one i shouldn't post... bad ju ju... )
thats all the story telling i have for today folks. happy reading =]
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Post by Mouse on Oct 31, 2006 0:52:03 GMT -7
one last thought for the day... some scars never heal. whether they be physical, mental, or emotional.
everyone has scars. try to keep that in mind before judging anyone. you never know someone until you know what they have been through.
and the answer to the question i ALWAYS get...
did it hurt?
you bet your ass it did! still does! i got the back and knee problems of men three times my age. and mental problems to boot! lol
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Post by Mouse on Nov 1, 2006 15:04:37 GMT -7
MASK
truth lies in the hearts of men beauty can only be seen by the true self sacrifice the gateway self worth measured by the blind to be free means to have lost the spirit cannot live on pride alone loneliness the key vision a mere trick of light
to have nothing to have all a mask that all must wear
i hear your voice call out to me (but your not there) i close my eyes to ease the pain (but your not there) i try to run when i cant walk (but your not there) i go to you but your not there
Please keep in mind all postings in pink on this thread are written by KoKo. The mouse merely acts as a secretary.
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Post by Mouse on Nov 1, 2006 15:09:21 GMT -7
BROKEN MAN you were the best thing that happened to me and boy, did it really show i thought about you night and day in rain, wind and snow my friends told me i should take it slow i wrote it off as jealousy now your gone and im all alone with noone to comfort me
since i lost you i've been tryin the best i can but it seems that only God accepts a broken man
remember how we would sit and talk as hours just passed away i can sometimes hear you now but i cant hear what you say the angels smiled upon us then what seems like years ago now im forced to walk this world alone and what you've reaped i must now sow
since i lost you i've been trying the best i can but it seems that only God accepts a broken man
since i lost you i've been trying the best i can but it seems that only God really loves a Broken Man
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this is probably my earliest attempt at writing a country song. i finally recorded it last week. it sounds amazing. cello and violin and double bass add alot of sophistication to an otherwise simple honky tonk song...
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Post by Mouse on Nov 1, 2006 15:12:10 GMT -7
SISTER OF LIGHT
close your eyes to the torment cleanse your thoughts of the pain too many hours wasted on the subtleties of remorse sorrow cannot embrace you fear is no mans friend leads you to the unknown where only bad things grow
my beautiful paranoia a decade of dirty thoughts consume yourself in silent screams your time is running out life cannot embrace you greed is no mans friend leads you to the unknown where only bad things grow
angel of mercy shine that light on me sister of light take these chains from me
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yet another depression fueled industrial song. this one about my little sister. she just turned 18 last month and is now living on the streets. if you wanna know why my writing is so depressing, it is because that is what i know. i've never had much cause to truely be happy. but writing helps me get rid of my negativity so i can successfully put on a MASK and appear cheery.
this song sounds like... slayer, rob zombie and trent rezner get together and do an eazy e song... lol
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