where do your nicknames come from

im so bored so i thought id spam your forums with another post haha

so was wondering how you all got your ingame names, film, song lyrics??

mines obviously from the film ULTRAVIOLET with that milla chick uber film..


from one bored V

Mine is pretty obvious

well doh you egg mcmuffin i know that lol

:O Egg Mc'muffin its been a loooong time since i eated one ov dems! You Banana xD

I made mine back when I created my Star Wars Galaxies account. I just took Kasper and H4x3d it a bit.. It was 7-8 years ago give me a break! It's pretty much just stuck since then. I've tried coming up with new ones but this one is just me you know?

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the bitch in my sig was called Bess, i've had that sig for years.

I nicked mine of a site for pitbull dogs.. "the bullyhouse"

Story time, fellas. Gather around!

Okay, my nickname comes from an ancient tradition that was popular at my first highschool for you see in this one very highschool, there was the coveted vendor machine of various sweet goods. All items were 50 pennies so the tradition began when a person put their money in, you would sprint from behind them, select item D6 and run away again...Item D6? It was a Bounty bar! And absolutely no-one liked Bounty's from that school.

So I became bounty because no-one...likes..me...



(Its a funny story XD, I spelled it with a "w" because there was already someone registered with a "u")

Bownty wrote:Story time, fellas. Gather around!

Okay, my nickname comes from an ancient tradition that was popular at my first highschool for you see in this one very highschool, there was the coveted vendor machine of various sweet goods. All items were 50 pennies so the tradition began when a person put their money in, you would sprint from behind them, select item D6 and run away again...Item D6? It was a Bounty bar! And absolutely no-one liked Bounty's from that school.

So I became bounty because no-one...likes..me...

That's kinda sad, man! But your nickname is spelled "Bownty"; did you mix the word "own" in too?

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As for my nickname, the one I use in PR, "Hellspawn_Hunt3r", "Hellspawn" was the name of my amateur CS 1.6 team waaaay back. And "Hunt3r xXx" was the real nickname. I can't even remember why I chose that one as my BF2 nickname, but I guess I'm stuck with it now.
I don't really mind, but sometimes I wish people would call me "Hunter" instead of "Hellspawn", which, in my opinion, sounds kinda lame for a nickname

Nayt/Nate, short for Nathan
Dawg because my cousin called me it once and it stuck


(we did have a thread on this somewhere before)

Greeny, all the way back from ZPS. I love to play Carrier in that game and infected people turn green before the turn completely into zombies. Greeny makes people green.
And since Greeny is so common, when i can't have it i run by the name of Eldau, i just mixed the old Eld rune from Diablo II into an au end. And thats stuck nearly as long as Greeny.

I used to play a game called SoCom back on the PS2.

One of the AI controlled sqd members was called Vandal.
Because I broke a window once I thought it suited me so I nicked it when I created a BF2 account.

I have no idea where or when I came up with my name

Ive used it over 10 years now

When I was a little kid my dad used some medicin to his rash and he kept it in the fridge because it had to be preserved in cold. Every time I opened the fridge, the same bottle was in front of me.
Then came the day for making an account on a website. I tought for a long time to get an unique nickname which was available. And guess where that name came from...

Google "Bemetson" to find out that it's a medicin made by a finnish drug industry Orion Pharma

Mine is from Miami Vice

My real name starts with a H

when i got my regional team jersey (football) it said H.Stabek where my name was supposed to be. Stabek was the tname of a local team. they had apperently messed it up. as I do not like stabek, I rubbed off the las 3 letters and was forever H.sta

call me H. and if you try spelling my name i will shoot you.... I mean you don't call Bob, B-o-b. its Sta... not S-T-A

i donno how i got mine

I do! there once was a spider call vincy he was only small and wincy, he climbed up the BF2 tree and out came big Vincent! Something like that i think!

Back in the CS 1.6 days I used to go by the name of Venom 'cuz it was my favorite character in Spider Man. That name was way to common though so I changed it to Frillz. Now, my old childhood friend used to call me "Fills with the fat frillz." Basically meaning Fill with the really big hair (Because I had/have long hair) and that's where I got the name from. I changed it again when I started playing playing PR, still using Fill but added sson to the end due to my name being Filip Eriksson
At that time I didn't notice the similarity the name had to Wilson from "Cast away" and always wondered why everybody shouted fiiiilllssoooooon at me When I realized it though I added Wilson's picture as my avatar

Naytdawg wrote:Nayt/Nate, short for Nathan
Dawg because my cousin called me it once and it stuck


(we did have a thread on this somewhere before)

DONT BURST MY BUBBLE MARN!!


ahh some interesting stories on here

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YUu8BMYA5I&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PLBDDA31A871534D68

thats why im called kopite73 what a year to be born , i stood there a good few time untill it was seated had the best and worst days of my life in the stand and im sure my son will too .

GAME HISTORY : It all started with bla bla bla CounterStrike bla bla bla nickname Gman bla bla bla.... etc etc etc.. :p

Well the G in MasterG is from when I was a wee lad and from my first capital letter of my last name Gjerding, first name Kasper.
The Master part is from my homies back in the days, I've also been known amongst friends as G Master G, G-Man, G-spot, MisterG etc........
Tried to get the Gman, G-Man, GMan and G-man nicks for BF2 but they were all taken, therefore the ending result, [AKA]MasterG (First BF2 ID), K.Gjerding (My real name and also my Second BF2 ID) and then the last I've been working on ElGodaffi (Third BF2 ID)

That's my little story

Mine's from a local unknown DnB DJ, I don't actually think his name was Sincoza and I heard it wrong, but I liked it and kept it

Voodoo's Name

And "Actual" tends to be the commander of the group, and because Voodoo was taken I just addded "actual" to the end of it.

My old clan I was called slap' when I started to play BF2 on the [m2s] server I met vandal Daze and Data. I decided to change clan and thus created a new name. On the road near where I live there is a sign that says "Welcome to Orford" Nothing better, kicking arse in BF2 while doing some t-bagging saying welcome to Orford.

In short its where I live.

im not 100% sure how i got my name just a fea freinds started calling me it when i was 15 ish but i was about 6 foot tall then. then syarted playing bf 2 and thaught it would look good when it came up that u hadd killed some one (you have been killed by A_M1DGET) i also had ur mum as one but no longer use that lol

4 years ago I started playing cod4 with 3 mates and we all had different nicknames, one was named spanker, the other one falkoe and i was something in the line of 3p1c1337pwnz0r.... We decided to make a "clan" and then decided that al our names should start with a S and have zor at the end..

so spanker became spankzor, falkoe became smeagolzor(his face kinda resembles smeagol's) and i had just recently seen the film with mark wahlberg in which he plays bob lee swagger(cant remember the name..) and so my name became swaggzor. After the cod4 period we started playing good 'ol bf2 again and our prefix became [Xz0r], as we deemed it kinda stupid to have the same part (zor) in the nickname aswell. so swagger was born (NL just came behind cuz i like to know where people are from)

I started playing america's army about 5-6years ago with a mate from school and I couldnt think of a nickname so I used my DOB, 1st feb 92 (1292) and added Delta on the front of it cos its in the phonetic alphabet and sounds cool :!:

Thinking back on it, it would have made more sense to use Echo as my name is Ed but I didnt do a lot of thinking back then. Anyway, kept it all through BF2 and [m2s] and the start of NwA and here I am 6 years later. I also have K1ll3r.de (and various other versions or killer.some country) for when I'm being sneaky

Well if you must know.

I was being molested in a hotel room by a man named 'Merlin', he had dropped a little something date raped flavoured into my Strongbow and black (I drink strongbow and black because it smells ever so faintly like cat urine. Also, in reality Rohypnol doesn't have a flavour, which is why it's so effective against children, who have quite the discerning palate) The next twenty minutes are a blur.

He must have cheaped out on the dosage because i was fully conscious yet had no function of my limbs when i came around. He had propped me up on a chair legs akimbo and was going away at my 'no no hole' at a fast unsteady beat to the song 'Alle gegen alle' by the band 'D.A.F'. His fingernails were very poorly maintained and i could feel the microcuts gathering around my 'special O'. He was also pleasuring himself with tiny frantic fist pumps, strumming away at his bloated love muscle. When it came to his climax Merlin turned around and placed his anus at about eye level and scat me right about the face, it was warm, felt bad and had the same textural quality as Fray Bentos pie filling. (steak and kidney if you wish to recreate this feeling at home)

He got up, cleaned himself off with toilet paper and proceeded to shove the shitty fragments of the paper into my mouth. Upon leaving the room he said in a thick mock Italian accent "hey look, it's a genuine Pudding face". I slip out of back consciousness with a lingering sense of despair, hopelessness and violation.

He didn't have to drug me, the silly moo.

either that or it doesn't have an interesting story, i just thought of it at the account screen...

My original nick is AirBl@de, i still play vanilla with it.

Came from a moment on vacation, back in school days. We met some guys from australia, they were into evrything bout blades, with a huge collection of swords, daggers, lances and other stuff.
As they came to the throwing knives, i asked "How far was your longest throw with it?" they said "Too far for you". I asked for a try, and they offered if i can beat their record of 32m i can keep the knife. I knew that was impossible, i never did it before, so i just threw it as hard as i can...
went over a fence into a wooden statue in the neighbours garden, right in the chest, totaly off from my aim (the fence). But i was able to hit a target on 45m

i still have the knife... and the nickname they gave me.


My nick here in PR comes from my first BF2-clan "die Gurkentruppe",
directly translated Cucumbertroop, idiomatic translation "bunch of low skilled guys".
So you can translate Kampfgurke (battle-cucumber) with "guy with no talent for war"

Mrpuddingface wrote:Well if you must know.

I was being molested in a hotel room by a man named 'Merlin', he had dropped a little something date raped flavoured into my Strongbow and black (I drink strongbow and black because it smells ever so faintly like cat urine. Also, in reality Rohypnol doesn't have a flavour, which is why it's so effective against children, who have quite the discerning palate) The next twenty minutes are a blur.

He must have cheaped out on the dosage because i was fully conscious yet had no function of my limbs when i came around. He had propped me up on a chair legs akimbo and was going away at my 'no no hole' at a fast unsteady beat to the song 'Alle gegen alle' by the band 'D.A.F'. His fingernails were very poorly maintained and i could feel the microcuts gathering around my 'special O'. He was also pleasuring himself with tiny frantic fist pumps, strumming away at his bloated love muscle. When it came to his climax Merlin turned around and placed his anus at about eye level and scat me right about the face, it was warm, felt bad and had the same textural quality as Fray Bentos pie filling. (steak and kidney if you wish to recreate this feeling at home)

He got up, cleaned himself off with toilet paper and proceeded to shove the shitty fragments of the paper into my mouth. Upon leaving the room he said in a thick mock Italian accent "hey look, it's a genuine Pudding face". I slip out of back consciousness with a lingering sense of despair, hopelessness and violation.

He didn't have to drug me, the silly moo.

either that or it doesn't have an interesting story, i just thought of it at the account screen...

awesome puddin was eatin my dinner while reading that ::

Mrpuddingface wrote:Well if you must know.

I was being molested in a hotel room by a man named 'Merlin', he had dropped a little something date raped flavoured into my Strongbow and black (I drink strongbow and black because it smells ever so faintly like cat urine. Also, in reality Rohypnol doesn't have a flavour, which is why it's so effective against children, who have quite the discerning palate) The next twenty minutes are a blur.

He must have cheaped out on the dosage because i was fully conscious yet had no function of my limbs when i came around. He had propped me up on a chair legs akimbo and was going away at my 'no no hole' at a fast unsteady beat to the song 'Alle gegen alle' by the band 'D.A.F'. His fingernails were very poorly maintained and i could feel the microcuts gathering around my 'special O'. He was also pleasuring himself with tiny frantic fist pumps, strumming away at his bloated love muscle. When it came to his climax Merlin turned around and placed his anus at about eye level and scat me right about the face, it was warm, felt bad and had the same textural quality as Fray Bentos pie filling. (steak and kidney if you wish to recreate this feeling at home)

He got up, cleaned himself off with toilet paper and proceeded to shove the shitty fragments of the paper into my mouth. Upon leaving the room he said in a thick mock Italian accent "hey look, it's a genuine Pudding face". I slip out of back consciousness with a lingering sense of despair, hopelessness and violation.

He didn't have to drug me, the silly moo.

either that or it doesn't have an interesting story, i just thought of it at the account screen...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

(Also, that's at least three fans of Monkey Dust on here, me you and Dobsky).


Oh yes and my nickname is an amalgamation of my Christian name and the word 'monster' (I am a convicted serial paedophile that preyed on mentally ill children). Alliteration you see. Rather clever don't you think?

Its just velcro/velcro strap20.

Mrpuddingface wrote:Well if you must know.

I was being molested in a hotel room by a man named 'Merlin', he had dropped a little something date raped flavoured into my Strongbow and black (I drink strongbow and black because it smells ever so faintly like cat urine. Also, in reality Rohypnol doesn't have a flavour, which is why it's so effective against children, who have quite the discerning palate) The next twenty minutes are a blur.

He must have cheaped out on the dosage because i was fully conscious yet had no function of my limbs when i came around. He had propped me up on a chair legs akimbo and was going away at my 'no no hole' at a fast unsteady beat to the song 'Alle gegen alle' by the band 'D.A.F'. His fingernails were very poorly maintained and i could feel the microcuts gathering around my 'special O'. He was also pleasuring himself with tiny frantic fist pumps, strumming away at his bloated love muscle. When it came to his climax Merlin turned around and placed his anus at about eye level and scat me right about the face, it was warm, felt bad and had the same textural quality as Fray Bentos pie filling. (steak and kidney if you wish to recreate this feeling at home)

He got up, cleaned himself off with toilet paper and proceeded to shove the shitty fragments of the paper into my mouth. Upon leaving the room he said in a thick mock Italian accent "hey look, it's a genuine Pudding face". I slip out of back consciousness with a lingering sense of despair, hopelessness and violation.

He didn't have to drug me, the silly moo.

either that or it doesn't have an interesting story, i just thought of it at the account screen...

HAHAHAHAH Awesome to read during the map change

I got half way through the story, couldn't be ARSED! reading the rest.

You mean you didn't make it to the end. Fap fap

WHAT THE F*CK!?!?

Mrpuddingface wrote:Well if you must know.

I was being molested in a hotel room by a man named 'Merlin', he had dropped a little something date raped flavoured into my Strongbow and black (I drink strongbow and black because it smells ever so faintly like cat urine. Also, in reality Rohypnol doesn't have a flavour, which is why it's so effective against children, who have quite the discerning palate) The next twenty minutes are a blur.

He must have cheaped out on the dosage because i was fully conscious yet had no function of my limbs when i came around. He had propped me up on a chair legs akimbo and was going away at my 'no no hole' at a fast unsteady beat to the song 'Alle gegen alle' by the band 'D.A.F'. His fingernails were very poorly maintained and i could feel the microcuts gathering around my 'special O'. He was also pleasuring himself with tiny frantic fist pumps, strumming away at his bloated love muscle. When it came to his climax Merlin turned around and placed his anus at about eye level and scat me right about the face, it was warm, felt bad and had the same textural quality as Fray Bentos pie filling. (steak and kidney if you wish to recreate this feeling at home)

He got up, cleaned himself off with toilet paper and proceeded to shove the shitty fragments of the paper into my mouth. Upon leaving the room he said in a thick mock Italian accent "hey look, it's a genuine Pudding face". I slip out of back consciousness with a lingering sense of despair, hopelessness and violation.

He didn't have to drug me, the silly moo.

either that or it doesn't have an interesting story, i just thought of it at the account screen...

WHAT THE F*CK!?!?

Mrpuddingface wrote:Well if you must know.

I was being molested in a hotel room by a man named 'Merlin', he had dropped a little something date raped flavoured into my Strongbow and black (I drink strongbow and black because it smells ever so faintly like cat urine. Also, in reality Rohypnol doesn't have a flavour, which is why it's so effective against children, who have quite the discerning palate) The next twenty minutes are a blur.

He must have cheaped out on the dosage because i was fully conscious yet had no function of my limbs when i came around. He had propped me up on a chair legs akimbo and was going away at my 'no no hole' at a fast unsteady beat to the song 'Alle gegen alle' by the band 'D.A.F'. His fingernails were very poorly maintained and i could feel the microcuts gathering around my 'special O'. He was also pleasuring himself with tiny frantic fist pumps, strumming away at his bloated love muscle. When it came to his climax Merlin turned around and placed his anus at about eye level and scat me right about the face, it was warm, felt bad and had the same textural quality as Fray Bentos pie filling. (steak and kidney if you wish to recreate this feeling at home)

He got up, cleaned himself off with toilet paper and proceeded to shove the shitty fragments of the paper into my mouth. Upon leaving the room he said in a thick mock Italian accent "hey look, it's a genuine Pudding face". I slip out of back consciousness with a lingering sense of despair, hopelessness and violation.

He didn't have to drug me, the silly moo.

either that or it doesn't have an interesting story, i just thought of it at the account screen...

just gone through it... and was close to see my dinner again...

good job u wasnt eating pie!

MMm fray bentos, the pie in a tin.

I once found an intact windpipe in a Fray Bentos pie, f*****g hate meat pies anyway.

You've hit rock bottom when you're consuming a pie that comes in a tin.

Frey Bentos Pies are ace!

Steak bake's from Gregg's

MrFace,

Please stop being such a snob, meat pies are OK in my book, i suppose nothing but a saveloy will satisfy your hunger (after reading your, erm, no doubt true story of the acquisition of your nickname)

you will find many a pie fan here on these forums and as such you'll also find little sympathy for your class ridden pie concerns.

PUKKA FTW

...pie?

I always had ego problems, hence my nickname. Paavo is just a regular name in my country.

clarks pie ftw

don't let fray bentos pies put you off. they are horrific, but pie is a wonderful thing

some one mention pies.

Hollands meat potato, nuff said.

Sayers, sausage and beans!