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Just as a matter of interest, why d'you pick the name you did for this place?
Mine is a Bill Hicks thing.
Mine is a Bill Hicks thing.
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Hmmm, my name is pretty rubbish really. Its just my initials and a number. The number comes from an old Ice Hockey shirt I used to wear when I was young. Dunno if it was a real ice hockeys pro shirt but I used to pretend to be Wayne Gretsky, he was good. I think I need a new name, any ideas?
Well when i was a child i had a wild adventure in Spain. One of my comrades got lost in the great cave of Muzkavghnov. As i ventured into the cave a large but quite thin man came along and warned me of the great horrors that awaited me b ond the cave. he said in a mysteriously affable voice "He who enters the great cave of Muzkavghnov must carry power, strenght, bravery and courage to face the God like being called Muzkavghnov. First you must defeat the mighty dragon Kylovslok. You must have the source of 'Power' to defeat Kylovslok. After that you will face a Knight called Fpijkfarhh. You must have the source of 'Strenght' to defeat Fpijkfarhh. After the great Knight you must defeat the Ghost called Lrvfhoy. You must have the source of 'bravery' to defeat him. After this you must face the mighty gardian of Muzkavghnov called Hybrisalorr. The source of 'Courage' will defeat him." Then i looked in my bag: A penknife (Power), A weight (Strenght), A mini-parachute (Bravery) and A number (as in CourAGE). When i got to the mighty God Muzkavghnov and he boombed "You must figure out this riddle 'When the birds nest is open you must capture the egg'". Then i thought "This is the only town in the world which has a giant cuckoo clock so he must be in there". When i finaly got him out i found out that his name was "RiCkOsS" hence the name............................................ Only joking. I don't know i just thought of it.
RiCkOsS (Good though aint it!!)
RiCkOsS (Good though aint it!!)
Mine is very embarrasing.
Its the Japanese name for the Pokemon called Scyther.
Before anyone says anything, I don't like Pokemon. I rather hate it actually. By a total random chain of events, I round out this name while searching for a name to use on Diablo II, and I thought that sounds kind cool. A Paladin might use that. So its my nick on IRC and here.
Groan...pokemon.
Its the Japanese name for the Pokemon called Scyther.
Before anyone says anything, I don't like Pokemon. I rather hate it actually. By a total random chain of events, I round out this name while searching for a name to use on Diablo II, and I thought that sounds kind cool. A Paladin might use that. So its my nick on IRC and here.
Groan...pokemon.
Why Whooo Style? Well actually it was Whoooo Style at first but I didn't like the four o's. Well I was originally called AndiThompson (original i know!) and I got bored and it kinda looked daft when everyone else here used a different name. So I had a vote, I asked everyone to give me an idea, but I only got 1 serious reply, Whooo Style. I liked it, don't know why but I liked it. Who did suggest this by the way?
woah he did it
hmmmm
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As I was happily skipping around Pembrokeshire one day, I heard someone shouting in pain.
As I rushed to see who it was, I tripped and fell on a branch... and tumbled through a hole in the ground, that had been covered in twigs and leaves for cover.
I brushed myself off, only slightly scratched, and looked up. An old man peered into the hole in which I fell, which happened to be about ten metres deep. A fair bit. I probably would have attempted to get out if I wasn't hurt at all, but I had cut my hand, and I didn't want to put pressure on it.
The old man shouted down to me, and told me that he was going to get help. I patiently waited, and after a while... about four minutes, a rope was thrown down into the hole. I wrapped it around my arms, and I was pulled out.
I was surprised to see the old man at the other end of the rope, dragging me out by pulling the rope around a tree, used as a pulley.
He came up to me, and asked me of a favour in return for him apparently saving my life. I politely agreed, unsure if he actually had saved my life or not.
He took me to a car, and for some odd reason that I couldn't explain, I trusted him, and got in the car.
We drove for what seemed like hours. He listened to classical music as we sped along the motorways, I was never really sure of any direction we were travelling. I was mainly concentrating on breathing silently.
We seemed to arrive at our destination. I was asked to leave the car, and I followed him into a small electronics shop. The old man nodded to the shop keeper, and we went behind the counter, and into another room.
Ten men sat before us on raised podiums, all staring down on us from the darkness of the ceiling.
The man told the ten men of how he had saved my life, and now he had completed the trials. They asked me if this was true, and I decided to say yes, just for the hell of it.
They all seemed very pleased, and the old man smiled and shook my hand. I was asked to leave by the ten men, and that's the last I saw of them.
However, as I walked outside of the electronics shop, the old man came out, and told me something.
He told me that there was this legacy, this legacy of people who pass down something from generation to generation to not family, or friends, just to people that made a difference to their lives, people that they had only just met, but in that short time changed their lives forever.
This thing that was passed down was a alter ego, the name of Grix Thraves.
I asked him what had gone on in there... he mumbled something about acceptance into the society of fate, but I wasn't really paying attention. He made me promise that I would go by the name of Grix Thraves from now on as much as I could.
He gave me a lift back to Pembrokeshire, and I never saw him again.
As I rushed to see who it was, I tripped and fell on a branch... and tumbled through a hole in the ground, that had been covered in twigs and leaves for cover.
I brushed myself off, only slightly scratched, and looked up. An old man peered into the hole in which I fell, which happened to be about ten metres deep. A fair bit. I probably would have attempted to get out if I wasn't hurt at all, but I had cut my hand, and I didn't want to put pressure on it.
The old man shouted down to me, and told me that he was going to get help. I patiently waited, and after a while... about four minutes, a rope was thrown down into the hole. I wrapped it around my arms, and I was pulled out.
I was surprised to see the old man at the other end of the rope, dragging me out by pulling the rope around a tree, used as a pulley.
He came up to me, and asked me of a favour in return for him apparently saving my life. I politely agreed, unsure if he actually had saved my life or not.
He took me to a car, and for some odd reason that I couldn't explain, I trusted him, and got in the car.
We drove for what seemed like hours. He listened to classical music as we sped along the motorways, I was never really sure of any direction we were travelling. I was mainly concentrating on breathing silently.
We seemed to arrive at our destination. I was asked to leave the car, and I followed him into a small electronics shop. The old man nodded to the shop keeper, and we went behind the counter, and into another room.
Ten men sat before us on raised podiums, all staring down on us from the darkness of the ceiling.
The man told the ten men of how he had saved my life, and now he had completed the trials. They asked me if this was true, and I decided to say yes, just for the hell of it.
They all seemed very pleased, and the old man smiled and shook my hand. I was asked to leave by the ten men, and that's the last I saw of them.
However, as I walked outside of the electronics shop, the old man came out, and told me something.
He told me that there was this legacy, this legacy of people who pass down something from generation to generation to not family, or friends, just to people that made a difference to their lives, people that they had only just met, but in that short time changed their lives forever.
This thing that was passed down was a alter ego, the name of Grix Thraves.
I asked him what had gone on in there... he mumbled something about acceptance into the society of fate, but I wasn't really paying attention. He made me promise that I would go by the name of Grix Thraves from now on as much as I could.
He gave me a lift back to Pembrokeshire, and I never saw him again.
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