Nokekula
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As my gift to you..
(Noke . August 08, 2006 . 12:35 PM)
I shall share the history of my changing moniker.
It all started in my petulant youth. perhaps it may come as a shock but i have always been a bit of a troublemaker. I was a very pretty man, and oft wore shiny pink ribbons in my hair to accentuate my high cheekbones.
During the college years, before the release of UO beta, i had discovered a new hobby which we here in hawaii call alcohol. (i understand that this alcohol has since made its way around the world). At an age where imbibing such liquids is not yet condoned and making my way to an upscale shingdig, i learned the fine arts of keg stands, beer bongs, and 'shotgunning'. As this shindig was hosted by very good friends, they had no problem encouraging the massive and rapid introduction of these liquids to my pristine ecosystem of a liver.
As the evening progressed (and the kegs ran dry) i became the self proclaimed bartender as we hit the hard spirits. I mixed what may or may not have closely resemble double kamikaze's, more likely it was just large amounts of vodka in a glass that might have had some lemony flavor spilled near it.
By now it was probly 630 or almost 7pm!! This would mark the first of many, many evenings in which i would remain upright walking and talking without having any actual memory of what i was doing. Apparently i was having lots of fun, but for the next section i can only rely upon eyewitness accounts.
Anonymous drunkard reports: "Later in the we were responsibly enjoying our beverages out on the 2nd story lanai (deck) when this beautiful manly man that I was talking to suddenly disappeared. I thought nothing of it until i heard a rustling in the bushes."
2nd eyewitness report: "yeah, i saw that guy one minute on the edge of the lanai, the next he was gone. The weird thing was he was back again, in the same spot a few minutes later, with a few twigs on him but happily discussing politics and higher educational theories. thats when i saw it! we still arent sure if he fell or jumped, but for the 2nd time, he was gone in an instant"
Party host's report: "Now a smart person would have strayed away from the railing after falling twice within 5 minutes. Not this charasmatic creature. No railing would ever cause him fear. I suppose that is why he fell off a 3rd time in such short order."
Now at this point i may have regained cognition of my activities, and decided to dial it down a bit. surely this crowd was not ready for such antics and tomfoolery. however, the alcohol had other ideas. At this point i was ready to take my sideshow out of the dark corners of the fiesta into the limelight. At the grand entrancehall to the mansion, stood a small set of stairs, below of which sat a table upon which pong type games were played.
As this was the central spot for all the partygoers, it was undeniable what happened next (altho i did try to deny it). And so the story goes, that as i climbed the least step to the top, my balance began to fail me, despite my naturally steady posture. i rocked forward and backwards for near eternity in futile attempts to regain my footing, giving ample time for all the gathered crowd to focus their collective gaze upon me.
In a flash, my catlike reflexes threw me backwards into a 180 degree twist, soaring through the air, arms outstretched. Shards of timber and netting flew all around. The audience cheered and applauded. Out of the applause came the loud bellowing cry of the one person who most encouraged the excessive inebriation:
"DUDE!! THAT MOTHER!@#$@# JUST DID A SWAN DIVE ONTO THE PINGPONG TABLE!! THAT WAS SOOO RAD"
to make a long story short, the next day i had to rebuild a new table platform (which was now reinforced to support the weight of a baby rhinocerous...just in case)
It seems, this party i had attended, in my first semester of my first year at a relatively smallish school inwhich epic keg parties were not the norm, i had made myself known to many of the more party oriented folks, so i began to regularly receive invitiations to perform my act.
As time passed, more people knew me by the name of Swan rather than my real name. When being spoken of, should my real name be mistakenly used, the conversant would undoubtedly say "who? oooh Swan."
More time passes, by now i am a stable of rolicking fiestas, the MC of the keg stand, the conductor of the beerbong, and as luck would have, a bit of a pothead. It was then that the name transferred to the title of Chronic Swanic. Also frequently referred to as the Swanarchist.
By now, my liver (and lungs) were crying for relief and i found the world of britannia online. being short on brain cells, i used the words most commonly heard in my presence.
Years later, upon finding a new world, i adopted the hawaiian translation of Swan, which evoked Nokekula, and further abbreviated to Noke.
so there have you good people, a short tale of that which was.
For the record, i have since wisened up and rarely imbibe alcohol to such extremes (altho it has happened a time or two) as i still lose all track of time and events.
