Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Mine’s an anagram of Lucas, less a, plus y.
Simple, huh.
Also, not Lucys. not Lycus. Lyucs! People tend to read it wrong.

When I turned 13, a strange man moved in across the street. He was a collector of odd objects and happened to come upon a time machine of which the owner had previously vanished after being publicly humiliated throughout the hill which I live upon. When it didn’t work for my neighbor, he decided to give it away in one of his garage sales that were famous upon the hill which I live. So, over that summer I went along a perilous journey across the street and ventured around his wares. I noticed the so-called time machine after a while and decided to buy it for 37 cents. It was basically just a silver ball the size of a marble. I took it home. For two years nothing happened and the machine found it’s way under my bed. The next summer I was cleaning up my room due to my parents pestering and found the strange ball. Not remembering what it was, I put it away in my pocket so that I could examine it later and finished cleaning. By the time I was done, I completely forgot about the machine and was out for a walk. The weather was looking gloomy, but at that time I was a good half hour walk from my house, so I turned around and headed home. It started to rain as I was working my way back and quickly became a downpour. As i hurried home I found myself to be in an open field, having to cross it to get back to my house. I tried to run across, but as luck would have it I only made it halfway. The sky lit up and in instant my life flashed before my eyes. I felt the lightning strike, but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It seemed to have not have hit me at all, but it did knock me back a good 15 feet from the force. Right into something hard. That was when I blacked out. I awoke several hours later in a daze, a woman bent over me checking my vital signs to make sure I was still alive. The woman was fairly pretty, but seemed completely inhuman with her short, solid blue hair and eyes that seemed to be a dull grey. When she realized that I was awake and looking at her, the eyes switched quickly to bright orange and flashed to green, running through all colors of the rainbow as they turned. I sat up straight and quickly fell down on my back as a pain erupted from my hip. There was a burning sensation in my pocket. I reached in an pulled out the machine which was red as a hot coal. I threw it across the room so that it would stop burning me. When I recovered from the burns on my hands and learned that the machine had burned through the inside of my pocket and left a rather gruesome-looking scar, I sat up again and asked the woman her name and where I was. She gave me a questioning look, her eyes shifting back to grey, understanding nothing of what I was saying. I asked her if she knew how to speak English and she seemed to understand that word. She looked at me, shocked, as if I was an alien. “English? Do you know English?” I asked once more for a spoken response. She responded with some sort of language that sounded like a mixture of Spanish and French, but spoken with an English accent. I was surprised by her words and could only understand 1 of them. She said the word “English” 3 times in her response. She stood up and started pacing around me. I only then noticed where i was. I was in the middle of a forest, but the trees looked odd. They were all in the shape of pine trees, but instead of pine needles they had large, multicolored leaves. Off to my right a bit was a lightly trodden path which it seems that no one had used in a while. To my left was a babbling brooke which was quietly flowing by. The problem with it was that the water looked like it had nothing but oil in it, with a rainbow silk glimmering on the surface. Around me there was no grass, even though it was a forest. Looking back at the woman, I saw that she must have been barely 15 and was wearing a pure white cloak that covered her whole body, except for her feet which had 3-inch heeled, white boots to match her cloak. Under the cloak I could see her wearing a white t-shirt and some baggy white workout pants. On her face, she wore an expression as if she was sleeping, yet she was clearly standing up and facing into the forest. Her eyes were closed and her head was slightly bobbing to the side at a slow, steady rhythm. I tried to get her attention to ask if I could get any help around here, but before I could finish my first word, 3 men came running up the path, wearing the same cloak as the girl, but with white sneakers instead of boots. ‘What’s with these people and white?’ I wondered to myself as the men came up to me. Two of them grabbed my arms, surprising me with their strength even though they too looked to be about my age. I yelped in surprise as the third one fixed a blindfold to my face and they all started dragging me down what I thought to be was the road. I wanted to complain and whine the whole way so that they would hopefully leave me by the road, but I decided that it would be smarter to figure out where I was. Eventually, under the sound of these people talking excitedly in their strange language, I noticed that the ground changed from dirt to some sort of metal and that I was being dragged up a ramp. These people put me on board of one of their whatever-it-was and decided to take me off somewhere. This isn’t really going anywhere so i’ll get right to the point and save the story for some other time. Basically, I stayed for a year, over 200 years in the future and got what was called my “true name.” Then I got home and the travel affected my body so I reverted back to my original self. The end.

Oh, whoops. Sorry, that got kind of off topic for a while there.

I’m a fossil shark tooth collector. I thought the genus of my favorite fossil shark would sound too weird (Cosmopolitodus, the ancestor of the great white) so I’ve been using Carcharocles (giant whites) for most of the forums I visit. That, and it’s pretty much guaranteed to be available pretty much everywhere.

If there’s something I’ve always wish i’d done on the internet, It would have to be keeping a consistent alias to use to use. So far I’ve had 4 and none of them are probably going to stick with me. I’ve had:

MarioHomie (Nintendo forums, when I was much younger. dark times)
INSERT TAG H3R3 (Xbox Live, You wouldn’t use it anywhere else)
Bjz02 (Just about everywhere. Simple, available, but not representative of me)
Jorje (Just here, anywhere else i would be taken and I love the name Jorie. simple as that)
Sir Beardington Von Chinsworthy the 1st (probable future name, In honor of my epic beard)

Wait… Why am I tell you all this? well, Whatever, I typed it already, might as well get posted…

Baeleox might those people in white be the doctors in the mental hospital you clearly live in?

One time, I had this near-death experience. I was in Africa, on a safari trip with the folks and two guides, when the tour guide driving was stung by a killer bee. The pussy started screaming and swerved the jeep we were riding in all over the show, finally tipping it over a nearby embankment into a river.

Being Africa, the river was really murky and I could see shit, so I didn’t know which way the surface was, so there I was flailing around, and something grabbed my shirt collar.

It was a fuckin’ hungry-ass jaguar. Dragged me clear out of the river, and was promptly shot in the face by the guide who hadn’t been stung. Since then, I’ve used Jaguar whenever I can.

It was about a year ago when I went to Tesco’s for shopping that I first ate sushi, from one of those sample tray thingies. I loved it straight away, and thus SushiJaguar.

Well, Migrant because I am. A migrant, that is. I am a migrant.
“Why not immgrant, you say?” Well, it just sounds too mexican, and carries too much conotation. “Why not emigrant?” you might ask? Well, most people wouldn’t recognise that word.
So Migrant it is, someone who moves, who has changed.
Where from? Where to? ha, maybe you shall one day know.

Aah my name were to begin
well about 2 years ago me and a couple of friends got together and made a story we called fold we had to make our own characters for it and I drew a guy in one of those long sleeved T-shirt things you know the ones that look like they are wearing a T-shirt over a long sleeved shirt he had no head and just had floating blue eyes he also had black gloves on and an ace in a pocket on his chest he was leaning with his right arm arm behind the chair and was pointing his left hand to the left in a gun shape he never had legs he was called reality at first but one of the guys said it should be armageddon and I said why not Apocalypse and after A while I shortend it to Apoc he was insane and set on fire when he was happy/angry or sad and had the quote the meh train rolls on after a year I dug up my old picture of him and took the name on steam as apocalypse finder

Ever heard of punctuation?

@MiwAuturu: I made up that whole story on the spot. It took me, like, and hour to type up. Although, I probably do need to be in a mental hospital.

My name actually came from a mixture of the name Baelfael from Bomberman 64 2, and the name Eox which came from my imagination while coming up with names that people hadn’t taken on online gaming servers. The reason I didn’t use the ‘fael’ part of Baelfael’s name should be obvious.

Came up with the name shortly after buying TF2. I used to play Medic a lot, and the favorite thing in the game at that point was the Ubercharge. I also liked toast (was favorite food), hence… Ubertoast.

It used to be ‘quadmaster’, because I’m the fourth in my family with the same full name and everyone else uses their number as a nickname (‘Trey’, ‘Toddy’ ). The ‘master’ was added because then ‘quadmaster’ fits exactly in the name entry box for the game ‘Tanks’, so that keyboard mashing afterwards wouldn’t change it. (I always used to play my sister.) Then, on this forum I changed it to ‘Quaddy’ because that’s what people on other forums would always call me anyways.

I used made up “Dracon” for my KOTOR character a LONG time ago because I thought it sounded like s sci-fi dragon thing. When I started playing “City Of Heroes” I made a magic character so I wanted to make it sound more mystical, so I mixed my name at the time with “Cain” from the character Deckard Cain in Diablo. I realized that I loved the name Dracain and stuck with it all this time for around five to six years now.

Unfortunately I’ve always been uninspiring at choosing names (that’s why I chose my name), but I always try to make an effort. My hurridley thought of backstory is that a couple of years ago I was learning french when one of my friends made the startling discovery that “toilette” backwards was vaguely reminiscient of “Elliot”. I was trying to come up with a name and this sprang to mind for some reason. So Elliot it was.

I would change it to something better, but I fear those few that actually know me would be confused and I can’t think of names to save my life.

On re-reading my hasty backstory, I apologise. That was awful. Would anyone mind making me a credible backstory?

@Quaddy, you remind me of something, his last name is skin, he nicknames his first kid “1skin” then his next “2skin” then of course “3skin” unfortunately he did not stop at three, so he has a kid nicknamed “4skin”

i snowboard and i own this and i liked the name. and thats why my name is Domafari.
http://www.crazysnowboarder.com/EQUIPMENT/ equipment.php5?item=248

Eh, my name is wolf because when I started picture spamming I tending to spam wolves to piss people off

I not really the most creative person so I just was like “WTF should I do hmm… wait that’s brilliant”

one day when I was like two my parents ordered saginaki at a restaraunt. For those whoe don’t know, its some kind of cheese dish that they light on fire in front of you and yell “OPA!” Being two, I thought that was the shit, so opa became my favorite word. lord was added to make it an actual name