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Hey guys! So, back on the old LMB's, I wrote a ship. It was titled as follows: Yeesh...What have I come to?... A ship?!? Some among you may recognise this title. I have decided to post the ship onto LMBE. This story follows Sanso, a (real) Le-Matoran and Kailani, a (also real) Ga-Matoran. So, without further ado, I'll just copy, paste and edit the story my brother recorded for me from the LMB's.
Yeesh... what have I come to?... A ship?!? - by Temple 4418 (Original released: 1 Aug 2015) Alas! I have stooped so low, I am making a ship! Now, I'm gonna monologue for a bit, then cut to the chase. First of all, I am not a big shipper. Shipping is fun, from time to time, just because of the cheese. It's like one of those jokes that are so bad that they're good! In this case, we savour the pain of the cheese. Beware the cheese! So basically in this story Okoto is an island on Spherus Magna, with its own respective races and all. So let's go....
Sanso and Kailani: Sanso raised is hands to cheer the cheering on. He and his band, A Flock of Gukko Birds had just finished their newest song, I Flew, and were soaking up the glory. “Come on!” he cheered, “I can’t hear you! Who’s your favourite music group?” “A Flock of Gukko Birds!” was the frenzied reply of the audience. "Yeah!" he cried. He was loving it. The glory. The fame. The widgets! How could this go any better? There. Who was that? Could it be? Oh no, not now! [Here comes the cheese! ] Sanso stopped cheering, and felt sick. He blushed so much, he could've been mistaken for a Ta-Matoran if he wasn't wearing his mask. Then, he felt the side effects of this coincidence. He started to sweat, as if he'd been in the centre of a volcano. He tried to talk, but somehow he just babbled some gibberish, and he started to feel woozy, and dizzy. Noticing his distress, one of the other band members whispered to him, "Are you okay? You don't look too good. You've never had stage fright before, but it is a possibility...." he trailed off, but Sanso replied, "Umm... Yeah, I just need to, umm.. go to the bathroom. You know how it gets..." Or at least that's what he tried to say, but due to his condition, it sonded more like, "Mah, juhnee mgot bahmm. Ynowtge...." which only worried the band member even more. [Do Matoran even go to the bathroom?] Regardless of the Matoran's worries, Sanso said a last "Thank you, thank you!" to the crowd (More like "Thagyh, thagyh...") and stumbled off the stage. He had to get away. It was Kailani the craftswoman! Why her?! Why now?! And why did he feel so weird when she was around? And why did they have to go on tour to the water tribe?!?!
That's all folks! That's the first chapter. I'll try to post one chapter a day until there aren't any left. Except, I won't post one on Sunday, I don't go on LMBE on Sunday. By the way, some references were made in the original to some other events that were going on at the time when I first posted this (August 2015), I'll try to edit them out, but I apologize in advance if I miss some out and you don't get it. Hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to be back with Chapter 2 tomorrow.
Chapter 2 Kailani Kailani sighed. This was not a sigh of admiration, relief, satisfaction, and it certainly WAS NOT. DREAMY. On the contrary in fact. Dissappointment. Anger. Frustation. Just, typical. Everyone had been chatting away at how glorious (and good-looking) the band A Flock of Gukko Birds was. Well, good-looking looking and glorious my foot, thought Kailani. She had gone to the gig to get a better look. And, boy, was she angry. Oh, she looked, all right, stared in fact. She gave them the stare. The evil stare. At one member of the band in particular. Sanso. That stuck-up, selfish, full of himself, glory-craving--- Kailani stopped herself before she started to think something she would regret, or before she got so enraged she started throwing rotten veggies. She had seen him once before, whilst repairing Metru Nui. The insolent little-- once again, Kailani mastered her thoughts, -- had gaped at her and dropped his tool on his foot like a half-wit. She had ignored him, but he always acted really strangely when she was around. She wondered if.... she expelled the thought from her mind, fearing the outcome. She saw him stumble off the stage like a drunk lava ape, then lost sight of him. Thank goodness, she thought. She made her way through the crowd. She pushed people out of her way with her purposeful steps. She had to get to Turaga Nokama. The thought of Sanso's....feelings had a way of gripping the mind, and she needed to talk it out. This was going to be hard to explain.
Sanso scrambled away as fast as he could. He felt so conflicted. Feelings of pride, fear, guilt, shame, and this......THING, that was constantly nagging at his mind. What in Karzhani was this thing? It felt so unnatural and twisted, but at the same time, comforting and warm. NGRAAHAGHAAAAAGHGGHHHH!!!! He was losing his mind, what was he meant to do? Pain was suddenly slapped onto his face by green hands, which, he found out, were his own. "Pull yourself together! You can't be seen in this miserable state! You're a star! Not a PSYCHO!" He stopped as he saw Kailani giving him a look as if to say, What in Artakha? This creep looks like he really needs a bucket of ice-cold water dumped over his head... Then she rolled her eyes and stomped off in a huff, insults and judgments radiating from her body language, air crackling with prejudice and stubbornness. Her form said it all. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You little--" he stopped before someone caught him talking to himself once again. Okay, he thought, time to put in the pieces. First off, stop. Messing. Things. Up. He had to do something. TALK to someone! But who? No one he knew seemed to be serious enough. Kopaka? No. He's not that kind of person... Nuju? Never. Only two options lay before him: Water people, and Ice people. They're the only people sensible enough. But Turaga Nokama? No, if Kailani was having similar problems, she would go to her. Which leaves only one person.... Matoro.
Now for some irritating reason, Chapter 1 didn't come out, but the others did. So I suppose I'll wait a while for that to come through or repost it if it becomes ridiculous.
OK, so this is crazy how long this is taking to get through moderation. So, This was my original post:
Hey guys! So, back on the old LMB's, I wrote a ship. It was titled as follows: Yeesh...What have I come to?... A ship?!? Some among you may recognise this title. I have decided to post the ship onto LMBE. This story follows Sanso, a (real) Le-Matoran and Kailani, a (also real) Ga-Matoran. So, without further ado, I'll just copy, paste and edit the story my brother recorded for me from the LMB's.
Yeesh... what have I come to?... A ship?!? - by Temple 4418 (Original released: 1 Aug 2015) Alas! I have stooped so low, I am making a ship! Now, I'm gonna monologue for a bit, then cut to the chase. First of all, I am not a big shipper. Shipping is fun, from time to time, just because of the cheese. It's like one of those jokes that are so bad that they're good! In this case, we savour the pain of the cheese. Beware the cheese! So basically in this story Okoto is an island on Spherus Magna, with its own respective races and all. So let's go....
Sanso and Kailani: Sanso raised is hands to cheer the cheering on. He and his band, A Flock of Gukko Birds had just finished their newest song, I Flew, and were soaking up the glory. “Come on!” he cheered, “I can’t hear you! Who’s your favourite music group?” “A Flock of Gukko Birds!” was the frenzied reply of the audience. "Yeah!" he cried. He was loving it. The glory. The fame. The widgets! How could this go any better? There. Who was that? Could it be? Oh no, not now! [Here comes the cheese! ] Sanso stopped cheering, and felt sick. He blushed so much, he could've been mistaken for a Ta-Matoran if he wasn't wearing his mask. Then, he felt the side effects of this coincidence. He started to sweat, as if he'd been in the centre of a volcano. He tried to talk, but somehow he just babbled some gibberish, and he started to feel woozy, and dizzy. Noticing his distress, one of the other band members whispered to him, "Are you okay? You don't look too good. You've never had stage fright before, but it is a possibility...." he trailed off, but Sanso replied, "Umm... Yeah, I just need to, umm.. go to the bathroom. You know how it gets..." Or at least that's what he tried to say, but due to his condition, it sonded more like, "Mah, juhnee mgot bahmm. Ynowtge...." which only worried the band member even more. [Do Matoran even go to the bathroom?] Regardless of the Matoran's worries, Sanso said a last "Thank you, thank you!" to the crowd (More like "Thagyh, thagyh...") and stumbled off the stage. He had to get away. It was Kailani the craftswoman! Why her?! Why now?! And why did he feel so weird when she was around? And why did they have to go on tour to the water tribe?!?!
That's all folks! That's the first chapter. I'll try to post one chapter a day until there aren't any left. Except, I won't post one on Sunday, I don't go on LMBE on Sunday. By the way, some references were made in the original to some other events that were going on at the time when I first posted this (August 2015), I'll try to edit them out, but I apologize in advance if I miss some out and you don't get it. Hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to be back with Chapter 2 tomorrow.
Gee, this sucks. I reposted the first chapter, but it seems that I reposted in the wrong neighbourhood and it didn't come through. I'm assuming that it was rejected, so I will look into that. You have my deepest apologies for this most unfortuitous occurence. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see to it that the first chapter is edited accordingly for a while as I won't be available until about next Tuesday. Sorry, I'll get on that right afterwards. See you on Tuesday.
Gee, this sucks. I reposted the first chapter, but it seems that I reposted in the wrong neighbourhood and it didn't come through. I'm assuming that it was rejected, so I will look into that. You have my deepest apologies for this most unfortuitous occurence. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see to it that the first chapter is edited accordingly for a while as I won't be available until about next Tuesday. Sorry, I'll get on that right afterwards. See you on Tuesday.
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Gee, this sucks. I reposted the first chapter, but it seems that I reposted in the wrong neighbourhood and it didn't come through. I'm assuming that it was rejected, so I will look into that. You have my deepest apologies for this most unfortuitous occurence. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see to it that the first chapter is edited accordingly for a while as I won't be available until about next Tuesday. Sorry, I'll get on that right afterwards. See you on Tuesday.
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Alright, now that the first chapter is up, I can continue, sorry for the technical difficulties.
Chapter 4 More Kailani
Kailani was feeling more judgmental about that scourge to Spherus Magna than ever. What was he doing? First, he had just been self-absorbed, but it turns out he talks to himself as well, like either a lonely, helpless soul, a psychopath, or a self-obsorbed braggart. She had been wearilessly tromping past the stage, to Nokama, and had witnessed the strangest thing she had ever seen: Sanso was slappping himself, and then talking to himself... She was really troubled by it. Were his feelings torturing him more than they were her? She almost felt sorry for the creature; almost. Still, she powered toward Nokama, if she was gonna cure herself (and a voice in the back of her mind said "and Sanso,") from this pain, Nokama was the one to go to. After ten minutes of walking, she arrived at the colossal hut. She entered, and was surprised to find Matau and Nokama sitting opposite each other on the ground, meditating. Kailani was about to say, "Turaga Nokama, I have a dilemma that I need to talk out with you," but the Turaga interjected before she could commence. "I've been expecting you, there is something troubling you and you want answers. And I know what it is....." Then, Matau couldn't hold it in any longer, and burst out, "KAILANI AND SANSO, SITTING IN A TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N----" "WHAT?!?!?!?!" Kailani shrieked.
Sanso's head perked up as he heard a cry. It sounded enraged, but it was a good distance off, and he was surprised he could hear it. Was it possible to shout so loud? Sanso had been pacing back and forth behind the stage for a while, turning over and eliminating other possibilities, despite how unlike Le-Matoran it may be. Matoro didn't seem like the best choice, but after ten minutes of thinking, he was pretty convinced. After all, he had died for the universe, he must understand this kind of stuff. [By the way, for the sake of the story, Matoro had been revived my Mata Nui after everything else.] After thinking about it a bit, he recognised the person the shouting voice belonged to: Kailani! Why was she shouting? Could he help? After some quick consideration, he decided to head for the voice. He powered through the pathways and bridges at full speed, and before long, (less than two minutes) he found himself at Turaga Nokama's hut. He clutched a small hatchet that he carried with him just in case. Then, with a deep breath, charged into the hut, shouted some war cry like "RRAAAGGGHH!" He stopped suddenly, hatchet raised in mid-air, as he saw Nokama sitting peacefully, meditating, and opposite her, Kailani and Turaga Matau staring at him mid fight/embrace, Kailani with one hand one the Turaga's shoulder, the other raised, packing a punch aimed at Matau, and the green being grasping Kailani's upraised wrist, the other in a similar position as Kailani's fist. The silence was broken as Matau slapped Kailani's face, kicked her away with both feet, and burst out laughing. "Hello, lover-bird!" he cried as Sanso dropped his hatchet, speechless. "You?!?!" Kailani cried in a pout.
Are you serious?!?! Kailani thought as, once again, Sanso had messed things up. Once again, she felt a bit sorry for the selfish idiot. He had seemed like he thought something was wrong, but ended up embarrassing himself as he was destined to do. She was kicked away by Matau and complained of Sanso's presence. She stood up, and kicked Matau away. "What are you doing here?" she challenged Sanso. "I.. uh.. th-thought I heard a cry, s-so I came here to see i-if I could help... maybe?" Kailani rolled her eyes and put a hand on Nokama's shoulder. "We need to talk," she demanded, "alone!" "As you wish, my dear," Nokama replied, far too calm and controlled than Kailani thought she should be. They left the main compartment and into another room, shutting the door behind them, just glimpsing Sanso looking embarrassed and confused at the same time. As the door closed Kailani folded her arms and looked at the Turaga resuming her position. "You wish to speak about your feelings toward the Le-Matoran, yes?" Kailani's face went red with rage, and she unfolded her arms. "My feelings? MY FEELINGS?!?!" she cried, raising her voice. "I HAVE NO FEELINGS TOWARD THE HALF-WIT OTHER THAN SERIOUS DISAPPOINTMENT, AND SHAME THAT I KNOW THE CREATURE! SO NO! I WISH TO KNOW HOW I DECONTAMINATE MYSELF OF HIS DELUDED FEELINGS!" "Child," the Turaga started serenely, "You betray youself in believing you hate the Le-Matoran" "THAT'S BECAUSE I MAY WELL HATE HIM! HE'S A SELFISH BRAGGART WITH A WASTED LIFE AND A MISGUIDED SLEF-ESTEEM! IF EVER I WANTED TO SKY DIVE, I COULD CLIMB HIS EGO AND JUMP TO HIS IQ!" As she screamed this she swung her fist in rage, knocking the door wide open. Just as she wondered Was this door sound-proof? she saw a heart-broken Sanso staring at her emptily. She could see the damage her words had caused. Matau was no longer laughing, in fact, he looked serious. Kailani's eyes met Sanso's and her world fell apart.
After Kailani and Nokama had left, Sanso tried to pick up on what was going on via Matau. "What just happened?" he had asked. "Well, you see," replied Matau, wiping away cheerful tears theatrically (of course it would have been very hard with a mask on). "Nokama and I had sensed a disturbance in the Force, so to speak, we meditated, and found the source. It's a strange thing, rare among Matoran. It's called love. A mutual feeling of kindness and respect shared between any number of people. It's hard to describe, but then you're drawn to that person, and feel a need to protect them, as you felt when you heard Kailani in trouble. Some people are okay with it. Others can't cope, it would be so unlike them, such as, Kopaka. He would find it difficult to love, because he's too cold. Haha! That was a joke.. Anyhow, some people, like Kailani, can't understand what love is, but there's something strange that they feel, and so they try and identify/replace it with something else, such as, dislike, or jealousy. Some people identify it but can't accept it, or believe that others won't accept them afterwards. We found love in you and Kailani." "Okay..." said Sanso as he digested this, "is there anyone who could give a better description?" "No. That was from Matoro's hand-guide to love, titled Kopaka and Matoro's Dilemma. It's the best description, and I studied it closely, after I spoke to Matoro about what we identified in you and Kailani. He helped us." "Oh, I was going to go to him anyhow.." Then they'd heard shouting coming from the other room, and they hurried toward the door to eavesdrop. "Uh-oh.." Matau said. That was when the door opened. Sanso stared as if there was nothing there. There wasn't. Only pain. And rejection. And, well, nothing. Like a brick wall. Kailani looked at him and met his eyes. Her anger visibly ebbed, into realisation, guilt, then apology. Sanso wanted none of it.
Sanso tore through the roads, shooting over the bridges. He felt decimated. Destroyed. Rejected. Was that really how Kailani felt about him? Silence! he told himself. It was time to toughen up. Let Kailani feel whatever she wanted about him! He didn't care! What was she to him anyways? Who am I kidding..? She was right. His life was a waste. His band a bunch of outcasts. He had no friends. He had no purpose. Just an entertainer. Entertaining people with his crude life. They weren't laughing with him! They were laughing at him! He bowed his head as he ran in shame. He heard Kailani calling after him, regret and desperation audible in her voice. She was sorry.
He wasn't. He whistled weakly when he was near the stage where he was supposed to be performing. They didn't miss him. In fact, they were carrying on without him. He saw a lively gukko bird plummet toward him. He had answered the whistle. The bird was Toko, band mascot. The band would not need him. He mounted the bird. As he zoomed across the island, he spotted his treetop house, and steered the bird over to it. He capsized the bird, letting himself tumble off of it. This was deliberate. He didn't care if he hurt himself. Pain exploded into every muscle of his body as he face-planted his house. The bird zoomed away as he returned shakily to his feet. He stumbled into the main room and crashed into a soft chair. It was too comfortable. He was so angry, that he didn't want to be comfortable. He slammed himself against the wall. He threw himself on the hard floor. He curled up into a ball and stayed there. Hours passed. He did not move. A day passed. He did not move. Days past. He did not move. Then came the day Matoro came to visit.
Oh no, oh no! thought Kailani as she thundered through the road. What have I done? She stopped as she came to the stage. She had seen Sanso fly away on that bird of his. Turaga Nokama hobbled up beside her. "Maybe you shouldn't have been so hard on him." "Oh, shut up." "My point proved.." mused the Turaga. "I need to make amends for what he, I mean, uh, I did. What can I do to cheer him up..?" "Don't. The boy needs time. In a few days, Matoro will visit him, on my wish, of course, but he will open up to Matoro. He needs to speak to another man. We could not do anything if we wanted to." Kailani stared at the Turaga. Had she lost her mind? Didn't Nokama want to help Sanso? Why was she hesitating? No way Sanso wouldn't accept sorry. He would forgive her in a snap. "I need to go to my hut..." Kailani excused herself from the awkward conversation. She knew what to do. After five minutes of walking she arrived at her hut, with her crafting workshop to its right. She headed toward the workshop. Once inside, she started work.
After a day of heavy labour, she exited her workspace with a beautifully carved flute, top quality. She felt confident that Sanso would accept this with a bright smile and open arms. After some walking, she arrived at Nokama's hut, thrusting the door open with one arm, not bothering to knock. "Where is Matoro now and when will he speak with Sanso?" she inquired forcefully. The Turaga was visibly unprepared for this outburst, staring at Kailani. "Uh... He's currently in Okoto, but will travel back to the port in the Ice Tribe, gather his things and be at Sanso's house by the end of the week, in... three days." Kailani took a deep breath. "When will he arrive at the Ice Tribe?" "Two days time." "Two days to go to the Ice Tribe... Okay... What's the fastest way to the Ice Tribe from the very place I stand?"
The Ko-Matoran came in through the door after no response for five minutes. He had still had no response but had come in anyway. "Hello, Sanso." greeted the visitor. ".. .. . . ." "I see." said Matoro sizing him up. "I understand this state you are in has something to do with Kailani." The mention of the Matoran's name provoked an answer. Sanso tensed, curled into a tighter ball, and rocked back and forth. "A present." stated the Matoran in a clipped voice, gently crouching and rolling the flute toward Sanso. It touched Sanso's toe and he briefly spasmed out, kicking the flute away. He started to rock faster. "So I take it you won't respond to anything I say positively?" the question was not rewarded with a response. "Good." He left the room, and came back a minute later with a sugary snack, claiming a chair, whilst kicking up his feet onto the table in front of him, one on top of the other. He was utterly relaxed. "So whazzup bro?" Matoro asked. Sanso stopped rocking, and uncurled from his make-shift hide-away from his sorrows. "What? Can't a guy relax 'round here?" Sanso stared at him. "What the.... Are you sure you're Matoro?" "In the flesh, dude." "B-But... Matoro's all serious and dismal! You're a beach-bum!" "Hey, bro, take it easy. Turns out when Mata Nui revived me, he gave me a sense of humour and relaxation. Sarcasm is still my thing, but I'm totally rad now. You know? I'm chill.. hehehe.. chill, you know, 'cus I'm a Ko-Matoran? Anyways.. Waz on yo mind?" ".. .. .. I don't wanna talk about it." Sanso's voice was a dry rasp, his laughter would have sounded dry and croaky. "No seriously bro, talk about it." "Well... turns out my life is a joke. Nothing else to it. It's dismal, it's horrid. Short story even shorter, I have no life." His tone was sour and bitter. "Well... you're not dead." "You don't get it!" he was frustrated now, "My li- *cough, cough, wheeze, rasp, laboured gasp, cough, cough* "You need a drink."
