[ WP ] In a world where you gain the power of the object you were previously killed with . You were killed by a falling coconut

How do I start to say it... well... 
 
 I discovered my coconut power by a coco milk shake from a woman's yard. The woman threw a coconut at me, because, you know, `` you be ma' new kink souljah! Here! Crack dis open fo' me bae!'' 
 
 Then that was when it manifested... I turned into a Cocoman. 
 Of course, I am not the first Cocoman. There were others before me, others who died via coconut fatality in their past lives. Its also terrifying when the memories flashback to you like a flood... 
 
 A flood of coconuts. In a canning factory. Yes, a flood of coconuts. I was also a Negro in my past life. I'm not so surprised on this part. Black Power. 
 
 Other people have powers that, sure are powerful, like super strength or x-ray vision ( lucky bastards ), but they ai n't as rare as mine, na-uh. 
 
 So day and night, Cocoman sells himself. Yes, I, Cocoman, sell myself. My white, meaty insides, all the while being brown outside... It is all for the greater good. I'm getting paper son. Paper for the poor. And I'm not black no more cuz I'm Cocoman now. Son. 
 
 I can never be more proud. Doncha wish yer' baeboy was coco like me? Do n't cha.
