<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:18:41.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekano's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog of a young man who has not much else to do...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-604155155508830155</id><published>2007-05-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:32:23.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Oracle: Rewrite: Characters</title><content type='html'>New Cast of Characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami Kyokoji = The top scientist behind the revision and study of Rekano. Therefore, following him, where ever he may go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rekano Mysuno = A Mysuno Corp. Bio weapon, recently brought into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura Kyokoji = 2nd of the Mysuno Corp. Bio Weapons, created as the equal and rival to Rekano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Mysuno = A skilled, elite martial artist. Wanted for the murder of 6 gangs...and growing. Bounty Hunters, Police, Mercs, and even Mysuno Corp. are HIGHLY interested in him for the price on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori Kurmoni = Orginally the prisoner of a gang, is rescued by Jin. She stays with him reguardless of the dangers and risks involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mysuno = The man behind Mysuno Corp. which owns Most of Japan aswell as all of its major house hold, medical, and military supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geno = The head of the Bounty Hunting organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si = One of Geno's top Hunters and Rekano's mentor, although shady and quiet, he hunts for the fun and excitement of it...Money always helps though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck = Once a part of a botherhood, he is now another one of Geno's top Bounty Hunters, originally competing against Rekano and Si, he eventually teams up with Rekano and Ami. He prefers upclose weaponry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki X = An assassin for hire, banished from her ninja clan due to her constant pranking of her fellow clan members. She is also highly interested in finding, killing, and humiliating Jin...and Geno's pathetic Bounty Hunters, thus making her wanted by the Bounty Hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gopher X = A special ops. veteran who's name discribes his style, he never stays in the same spot too long. Just looking to make ends meet in an age of corruption and distruction by using his sniper rifle...to pick off those with prices on their heads, he is a true thorn in Mysuno corp and the Bounty Hunters side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Nitro = One of the few U.S. Southerners left in the world, he is a freelancer. Meaning he finds the wanted and sells them away for a price. Although he doesn't speak much about himself except his beliefs and adventures, it is known he has a family somewhere and does this job for fun. He usually drives a truck from years ago and carries a shotgun and a wide array of gernades on him at all times. He is one of Rekano's friends and is the only man with a junk yard worth looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frost X(aka: Deathwalker) = Not much known, he has no affiliation with the Police, Mysuno Corp., Bounty Hunters, Special Ops., Mercs, or any Ninja clans. But has several ties to the places and often lurks in the shadows offering Rekano advice when he is alone. They call him Frost cause those he communicates with get a sudden chill and feel extremely cold. And like all X's...There is no exact background on him nor his whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scydon Allmesa = another of the U.S. Southerners. He is also one of the world's few elemental magic practicers. He is often seen in the story assisting Nitro on their "Huntin runs!" Also a friend of Rekano, he is actually big and strong but prefers to use his magic due to the fact: "No one else has this kind of power!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-604155155508830155?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/604155155508830155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=604155155508830155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/604155155508830155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/604155155508830155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/05/project-oracle-rewrite-characters.html' title='Project Oracle: Rewrite: Characters'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-3770424758299199324</id><published>2007-04-22T23:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:20:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="nf"&gt;Title: Super Hyper &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; Joke Blog Tournament Fighter UltraXXX Triple 64 Edition&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Fighting&lt;br /&gt;System: Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;Features: Downloadable Online Updates, Characters, Costumes, and Stages&lt;br /&gt;# of players: 1-4 (Free For All, Team, VS. Survival,Time Attack)&lt;br /&gt;Where you would like it to be released: Worldwide&lt;br /&gt;Objective: Choose one of 37 characters(plus more downloadable ones over time) and take them through fight after fight of a combination that is as wacky as SSBM and as badass looking as Ninja Gaiden. As the characters fight in the most random battle royal ever on some of the largest and craziest locations on Fuck Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls...&lt;br /&gt;Left Control Stick/Control Pad = Character movement&lt;br /&gt;(Features a sidestep system that actually fucking works)&lt;br /&gt;Y = Jump (jump in 8 different directions)&lt;br /&gt;X = Block (Blocking must be matched with where the attack will hit...so you gotta be on Guard when guarding)&lt;br /&gt;A = Punch&lt;br /&gt;B = Kick&lt;br /&gt;Right Button = Taunt&lt;br /&gt;Left Button = Overdrive Activation/Deactivation&lt;br /&gt;Right Trigger = Special Attack&lt;br /&gt;Left Trigger = Run(must be held + direction up or down does a fast sidestep)&lt;br /&gt;Right Control Stick = The "GET OUT OF SHIT" Stick (SPIN IT REALLY FUCKING FAST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button Combos&lt;br /&gt;X+A = Grab (must move a direction to throw them, A or B to attack them while grabbed)&lt;br /&gt;(any direction)X+A = Throw/Move the oppenant in that direction&lt;br /&gt;Y+B = Hop Kick&lt;br /&gt;RB+LB = Super Taunt (only when meter is lvl 2 or more)&lt;br /&gt;Forward+LT+B = Slide&lt;br /&gt;and alot of other stuff...I could write up this shit all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-3770424758299199324?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/3770424758299199324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=3770424758299199324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/3770424758299199324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/3770424758299199324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/game-idea.html' title='Game Idea'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-5855634320929005180</id><published>2007-04-22T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:14:51.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be a pervert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="nf"&gt; SAY IT LOUD, SAY IT PROUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT GREAT TO BE A PERVERT!&lt;br /&gt;ONCE A PERVERT, ALWAYS...A FUCKING PERVERT!&lt;br /&gt;ONCE YOU GET THOSE SEXUAL JOKES!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE LAUGHING AT REASONS YOU'LL KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a pervert,&lt;br /&gt;the expected pervert&lt;br /&gt;had better know the truth of whats wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;cause the eyes of a pervert are upon you&lt;br /&gt;anything you do their gonna see&lt;br /&gt;when your in shower look behind you...&lt;br /&gt;cause thats...where the perverts'...gonna be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-5855634320929005180?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/5855634320929005180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=5855634320929005180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/5855634320929005180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/5855634320929005180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/proud-to-be-pervert.html' title='Proud to be a pervert.'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-4434963515339877334</id><published>2007-04-22T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:14:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekano....RPing!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="nf"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Realizing that this place sucked hairy balls, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; decided to head North because he fucking could. Accompanied by Ami, he discovered that it was too fucking cold and headed back to Fuck Mountain. Unfortunately, the alternate world of the portal kept him and Ami from going back home. Deciding that getting involved in such a matter was stupid and reckless, so he did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was upon entering the castle he was attacked by shit he never seen before "Fuck, what the hell are these things?" Even though the master of the castle told him from an unknown area, he gave no care as he smashed a hole in the floor, grabbing Ami by her arm, and jumping down into the catacombs. He began casually walking through the tunneled area, Ami holding on to his arm as if her life depended squarely on him...which was not a good thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;"I think its this way."&lt;br /&gt;"Rek, we've been walking in a damn circle!"&lt;br /&gt;"Woman! SILENCE!"&lt;br /&gt;With that something was heard from deep in the tunnels, Ami prepared for the worst. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; smiled and screamed "Bring it on, ya bastards!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A horrid creature appeared, he looked weak and frail. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; laughed at him. The creature then bulked up in rage revealing he was extremely strong and then pulled out a firey whip and attempted to hit &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; with it. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; caught the whip and pulled the humongous creature to him, and punched him in the face, knocking his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; kept walking, at one point carrying Ami on his back when they got to a ladder. Going up it, they find themselves in what appeared to be a kitchen. "Ami this is your area of expertise, what do we do now?" She skulled at him for the comment but suddenly lept in his arms when she saw a roach skitter by. "Oh my god! Rek! KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT!" &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; stumbling backward from the sudden jump into his arms, opened a door and was now in a large dining room area. Dropping Ami on the floor, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; looks around, its a pretty nice place considering its old and dark as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should have never interfered!" a female voice called out,&lt;br /&gt;"Bitch, I'll rape you up and down the East side!"&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a chair flew and hit &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; in the back, "Cheap shots!? Best you got?" A tranparent woman in a evening dress appeared before &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt;, her eyes were pure white, emitting light. "Im no fucking ghostbuster! Ami, jack her shit! &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; stepped back as a terrified Ami walked forward to fight, she stopped at one point and looked back at &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; who told her "go on"...Leaning against the back wall &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; casually said "Round one, fight bitches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where was I again? Oh yeah, Ami fighting that ghost bitch. Sadly folks this battle didn't last long. Here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami noticed that the place was filthy and got out a handy Vac and started cleaning the place. In the process she vacuumed up the ghost bitch, later disposing her in a proper place. A trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; and Ami contiuned exploring the castle, suddenly a moaning was heard from upstars.&lt;br /&gt;"Zombie porn!"&lt;br /&gt;"Rek, thats sick."&lt;br /&gt;"Well I just said it, you thought about. YOUR THE SICK ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't a time to argue about this subject!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? No one else is around! Except for the mummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mummy interrupted, "That is a pretty sick thought lass, and the man is right. You DID think about."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think anyone asked you!"&lt;br /&gt;"See, Im not alone on this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; then high fived the mummy and Ami sighed and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, Im &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt;. King of Fuck Mountain" &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; shook the mummy's hand, "Pleased to meet ya, lad. Im a fuck'n mummy and I'm here to kill ya." The mummy's hand broke off. "Would ya look at that..." &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; then ran off the set and came back with tape and taped the broken hand back on. "There you go, shall we break it down voltron style?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, lets do it!"&lt;br /&gt;And so &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; drop kicked the mummy in the chest and the mummy fell and went to pieces. "Tough break man."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, comes with being a damn mummy."&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, lemme get your e-mail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails were exchanged, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; and Ami continued exploring this creepy ass, mother fucking castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-4434963515339877334?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/4434963515339877334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=4434963515339877334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/4434963515339877334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/4434963515339877334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/rekanorping.html' title='Rekano....RPing!?'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-3598315061035424421</id><published>2007-04-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:51:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krit and Rek: ytmnd...</title><content type='html'>Krit: &lt;span class="nf"&gt;I fell asleep and had a nightmare about.... leprechauns.&lt;br /&gt;Rek: ...Chuck?&lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;WTFFFFFFFFFFFDAMNFFFFF!!!~  Dude.. I said something and it exploded into prettyful silver pixie dust. *kicks it* Stupid leprechauns trying to rape me.&lt;br /&gt;Rek: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt; ...I am SO making a ytmnd out of this...&lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;You gotta get a pic of a red-haired anime girl that looks like me.. Normally you couldn't find one though since their boobs are too small to match. *curses Eiken*&lt;br /&gt;SC2 AI: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;Got to see this pic...lol&lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;Noone will ever see mine unless they see me in person. *sobs* I'm like.. a DOA girl.... &gt;-&lt;!--!--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Rek: &lt;span class="nf"&gt; You say this like its a BAD thing. jesus..ACCEPT WHO YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;Why would I? Eh, at least Albon likes em.&lt;br /&gt;Rek: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt; ...it went in one ear and out the other...hate it if I was on the verge of death or something bad and your the last person to hear me...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Rek: OMG THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE, IMMA GONNA DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Krit: what?&lt;br /&gt;Rek: IM GOING TO DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Krit: ...I wonder what Albee is up to *click*&lt;br /&gt;Rek: lol, death.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;span class="nf"&gt; Sad thing. That would happen. I have a horrid attention span. Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;Rek: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;SEE! SEE!? Ami would find a different reason to care.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Rek: OMG THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE, IMMA GONNA DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Ami: OMG did you bring my notebook back?&lt;br /&gt;Rek: YES, BUT IM GOING TO DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ami: Oh, whew. good. Love you! *click*&lt;br /&gt;Rek: lol, death.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nf"&gt;Wait, how'd I end up on the phone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rek: &lt;span class="nf"&gt; wtf are you talking about&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Krit: &lt;span class="nf"&gt;Thanks for editing XD&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC.com random thread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-3598315061035424421?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/3598315061035424421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=3598315061035424421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/3598315061035424421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/3598315061035424421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/krit-and-rek-ytmnd.html' title='Krit and Rek: ytmnd...'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-4239993879572313173</id><published>2007-04-22T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:30:17.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekano Morning Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="nf"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Rekano&lt;/span&gt; morning routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Smashes Alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;2.Drinks can of Vault&lt;br /&gt;3.Watches "Juggernaut Bitch" Video&lt;br /&gt;4.Drinks another can of Vault&lt;br /&gt;5.Watches "Pancake" Video (in sig)&lt;br /&gt;6.Drinks another can of Vault&lt;br /&gt;7.Chooses a "Song of the day"&lt;br /&gt;8.Answers fan mail from Joke Blog and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;9.Drinks another can of Vault.&lt;br /&gt;10.Chooses someone to annoy on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;11.Drinks another Vault.&lt;br /&gt;12.Goes into Kitchen and fixes Pizza and Hot Wings&lt;br /&gt;13...while Drinking a Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;14.Shit,Shower,Shave&lt;br /&gt;15.Put on a busniess suit, as to look important.&lt;br /&gt;16.Wake up Ami&lt;br /&gt;17.Drink another Vault.&lt;br /&gt;18.Day begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-4239993879572313173?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/4239993879572313173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=4239993879572313173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/4239993879572313173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/4239993879572313173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/rekano-morning-routine.html' title='Rekano Morning Routine'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-2959438817420884921</id><published>2007-04-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:22:10.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL, Meaning of life. Chuck Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="nf"&gt;[14:33] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23: kinda like that time I acidentally found the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt; [14:33] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23: man was god pissed&lt;br /&gt; [14:33] The Landslide: wait, what was it&lt;br /&gt; [14:33] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23: you're not gonna believe this&lt;br /&gt; [14:33] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23:  multiple things...&lt;br /&gt; [14:34] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23: looked like a list of some kind&lt;br /&gt; [14:34] The Landslide: no fucking way&lt;br /&gt;[14:35] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23: but I think it was god's grocery list&lt;br /&gt; [14:35] &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;ReKaNo&lt;/span&gt; 23: cause I don't think Milk, Cheese, Bread, Beer, and Frozen Pizzas are the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt; [14:35] The Landslide: it all makes sense now&lt;br /&gt; [14:35] The Landslide: the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt; [14:35] The Landslide: is shopping at a grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-2959438817420884921?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/2959438817420884921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=2959438817420884921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/2959438817420884921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/2959438817420884921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol-meaning-of-life-chuck-convo.html' title='LOL, Meaning of life. Chuck Convo'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-3403515493294961067</id><published>2007-04-22T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:16:42.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My message to Monica, after she got in College.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="nf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get discouraged. You worried about getting your foot in the there. Its in, fucking rush that shit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go through the experience of my mom getting some college, dear god that was hell(and I wasn't even the one doing it). The work, the hours, the destroyed weekends...Learning through what my mom went through up in Cincy. Life will pimpsmack you hard there, the hours can honestly be long and painstaking, the work is stress test in their own right(especially big projects, I still weep at night about the projects my computer illiterate mom had to do...*shudders*). But by god, if you can get through it then doors will begin flying open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't get afraid of it(which...I don't believe what you are really afraid of...just me tho) Aim for the goal Krit. Aim for the goddamn goal. The power...is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: main reason I really don't want to do college...but I guarntee I might end up doing it. Why? A fucking High School Diploma...really doesn't do shit in this expensive world anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-3403515493294961067?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/3403515493294961067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=3403515493294961067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/3403515493294961067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/3403515493294961067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-message-to-monica-after-she-got-in.html' title='My message to Monica, after she got in College.'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-635474384445587348</id><published>2007-04-22T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:12:32.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sc.com post</title><content type='html'>Patience is the key, an egg doesn't move until it hatches, an eagle doesn't soar before spreading it's wings, and a human doesn't die until they have lived. Sometimes we are dealt a "bad hand", sometimes we are alone, and sometimes we even give in to hate and let it run our views of life and how it should be run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when betrayal lurks around every corner, a dissapointment haunting a clear vision, and devastating cheap shots that we are hit with in this life. We cannot let it get to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we can't let it consume and tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are cold, think of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;When we are alone, think of friendly memories.&lt;br /&gt;When dealt a "bad hand", think about a future you want.&lt;br /&gt;Mind over matter, fiction over fact. Sometimes, you need that to survive mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM FOR THE GODDAMN SUN MOTHER FUCKA! You may NEVER fucking reach it...but damn, wouldn't you rather leave this world knowing you fucking tried?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-635474384445587348?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/635474384445587348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=635474384445587348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/635474384445587348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/635474384445587348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/sccom-post.html' title='a sc.com post'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-8916539949338032420</id><published>2007-04-22T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:10:50.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name</title><content type='html'>The Origin of "Rekano"&lt;br /&gt;I was in the process of writing, I needed a main character and well I wanted something that started with "Re" but nothing came to mind. Then I grew bored and started playing UMK3 on my SNES.&lt;br /&gt;Upon firing it up and choosing Smoke the first oppenant was "Kano" I lost twice, somewhat disgusted I push the rest and choose Ermac this time...and Holy Shit, first one is Kano AGAIN! out of the thought of trying to think of this Characters name and saying "Kano" I pronounce "ReKano" and this is how the name began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character and name usage&lt;br /&gt;The Character "Rekano" was orginally modeled after Dante, Gene Starwind, and Vash The Stampede. In the fact the actual character wore a Trenchcoat, had white/silverish hair, was a bounty hunter, and had a big ass handgun. I first actually created him not as a drawing but on the Xbox game "WWF Raw" Gave him white ssj like hair and made him the best way I could in my mind. The moveset I gave him in that P.O.S game was exactly how I made him, stupid looking attacks that fucking hurt. When "WWE RAW2" came out, I bought it and messed around with it more. He no longer looked like he orginally did. I gave him a COMPLETE over haul with this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using "Rekano" as an alias&lt;br /&gt;SC.com was the FIRST place I actually used it as my online alias, before that I was known as "Rob_the_great" on Smashboards or some variant of "RobDog". Over time the name just really fucking stuck, reasons?&lt;br /&gt;1. It was original&lt;br /&gt;2. Short.&lt;br /&gt;3. It really just grew on me&lt;br /&gt;On Xbox Live, I don't think I've ever actually been called by real name but namely "Rek" (EX: wreck)&lt;br /&gt;Now I use it, just about anywhere website related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haxx using "Rekano"&lt;br /&gt;to this date, there are imposters looming the internet under the alias I created. 2 known instances&lt;br /&gt;1. deviantART&lt;br /&gt;2. Weight Watchers Support Forum&lt;br /&gt;I have not signed up neither of such thing and they are quite insulting to the name I have grown so use to. But its the internet, WTF you gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-8916539949338032420?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/8916539949338032420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=8916539949338032420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/8916539949338032420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/8916539949338032420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-name.html' title='My name'/><author><name>Rekano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624537104707996184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/rekano/SC%20Avvys/thingtrenhatav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922739.post-115663589503128173</id><published>2006-08-26T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:44:55.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile! You've realized whats important!</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months...I'll admit I was depressed and shit. Well no more! even though my life may go straight to hell, I'll be smiling...Why? Well, thats who I am. Lemme explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to be depressed and worried about shit, I am a man who enjoys every ounce of life I can find fun. I am the man that cheers up his friends when they have had a shitty day. I am the man who brings awesomeness to others lives, why? Cause Im Rekano, Mother fucker...That is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I do have a problem. Its that I hated myself. Well guess what? Fuck that, I found reason to love myself. I may not have a car, a job, anything I can honestly call mine, or even a girlfriend...but I'll tell what the fuck I do have. I have me. That's right, as shitty as I am. I hold the key to make myself a goddamn winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my mind living in the past while the world pasted me by...when's the next train ride through life rolling through? Get me a goddamn ticket, Im moving the fuck on too. Fuck lonelyness, Fuck money, Fuck possessions, Fuck everyone who ever told me "you can't", Fuck EVERYONE ELSE! They are NOT me! I AM ME, THE ONLY PERSON I SHOULD BE FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT! Fuck Problems, they can be solved! Fuck negative people, they don't know you. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Rob Denton, known by many as Rekano. And I, I found my reason and purpose to fucking live. ME! So even if lose everything, never truely succeed, or even die...I'll be or force a smile that will haunt everyone else who could never be this fucking happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL ROCK YOU LIKE A GODDAMN HURRICANE!&lt;br /&gt;-Rek OuTz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32922739-115663589503128173?l=rekano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/feeds/115663589503128173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32922739&amp;postID=115663589503128173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/115663589503128173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32922739/posts/default/115663589503128173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekano.blogspot.com/2006/08/smile-youve-realized-whats-important.html' title='Smile! 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