1 Year of Service
I love Halloween and horror movies. I was deciding to pick Pumpkin or Candle, but I went with Candle. Radio is me being old school, also I have a deep voice that people thinks I should be a radio jockey. 2 is my lucky number.
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1 Year of Service
Mine has a bit of lore.
When I was little, my brother and I played Dofus a lot. In that game, apart from your account name and character names, you have your "Nickname," which is basically:
- Account name for the Ankama page
- Account nickname for Dofus
- Names of your characters
Well, I couldn't decide on a name, and my brother invented one called Reyescom, because we also played Yu-Gi-Oh, and my favorite card is the Red-Eyes Black Dragon... Red-Eyes = Reyes... yep.
So I migrated to other games and kept the nickname Reyescom, but when I played Digimon Dusk/Dawn, I had a problem. The game had a character limit on character names, and Reyescom far exceeded the limit, so I shortened it to my next nickname, Redcom, which I still use a lot today.
A few years ago, while playing Smite, a friend wanted to learn how to play and wanted me to duo with him, but I couldn't because my account was too high-level, and I was also high-level in ranked games. So I had to create another account. I was already very attached to my nickname, Redcom, so thinking about something similar, I remembered its origins. I ended up mixing Reyescom with Redcom and came up with my current nickname, which I also use a lot, Redyscom.
When I was little, my brother and I played Dofus a lot. In that game, apart from your account name and character names, you have your "Nickname," which is basically:
- Account name for the Ankama page
- Account nickname for Dofus
- Names of your characters
Well, I couldn't decide on a name, and my brother invented one called Reyescom, because we also played Yu-Gi-Oh, and my favorite card is the Red-Eyes Black Dragon... Red-Eyes = Reyes... yep.
So I migrated to other games and kept the nickname Reyescom, but when I played Digimon Dusk/Dawn, I had a problem. The game had a character limit on character names, and Reyescom far exceeded the limit, so I shortened it to my next nickname, Redcom, which I still use a lot today.
A few years ago, while playing Smite, a friend wanted to learn how to play and wanted me to duo with him, but I couldn't because my account was too high-level, and I was also high-level in ranked games. So I had to create another account. I was already very attached to my nickname, Redcom, so thinking about something similar, I remembered its origins. I ended up mixing Reyescom with Redcom and came up with my current nickname, which I also use a lot, Redyscom.
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Testering actually sounds cool though, like it could be a secret boss or a glitch in the matrix. My username has zero deep meaning either, I just mashed some words together that sounded like they might mean something. I’ve definitely used my name backward or added random numbers more than once too.
8 Months of Service
I dont think there was much thought behind it, but lets try to invent a story with the help of a free LLM (since I spent all my tokens in Codex last night).
They called her 0aaab1 because she arrived from the static like a misplaced byte — a smudge of code that had dreamed itself human. In the neon bazaar beneath the orbital arches of New Marrakesh, a street fortune-teller with chrome fingernails read tarot printed on old motherboard traces and spat a number into the rain: 699057. People mistook it for a postcode, a bureaucratic stamp from some drowned province, and pinned tiny paper flags on floating maps. But the number was hex, and when translated and tattooed into the hidden glyphs of the city it became 0aaab1 — a cipher name that hummed at subsonic frequencies and opened alley-doors to a market where merchants traded bottled auroras, antique planetary passports, and suitcases full of used telephone numbers from stars no longer broadcasting. She wore the name like a borrowed skin; children chased the trailing zeros and A’s in her wake, thinking each character conjured a different kind of luck.
In other parts, rumor reassembled the same digits into other lives. A bored archivist claimed 699057 was a postal code from a seaside hamlet on an Earth now only visible through satellite ghosts; fishermen there sold messages in bottles stamped 0aaab1 to visiting data-thieves. A far-off telecom oligarch whispered that the string matched the tail of an ancient international dialing code that reached a tiny Pacific islet where elders still answered phones with whale-song. Conspiracy blogs insisted it was a coded refugee registry number for the first wave of algorithmic persons; poets swore it was the serial of a starship that vanished between hyperspace lanes. Whatever the truth, the name took on a life richer than its arithmetic: a place, a person, a phone line across the sea of static — a key for anyone who wanted to believe that numbers can be passports to other worlds.
They called her 0aaab1 because she arrived from the static like a misplaced byte — a smudge of code that had dreamed itself human. In the neon bazaar beneath the orbital arches of New Marrakesh, a street fortune-teller with chrome fingernails read tarot printed on old motherboard traces and spat a number into the rain: 699057. People mistook it for a postcode, a bureaucratic stamp from some drowned province, and pinned tiny paper flags on floating maps. But the number was hex, and when translated and tattooed into the hidden glyphs of the city it became 0aaab1 — a cipher name that hummed at subsonic frequencies and opened alley-doors to a market where merchants traded bottled auroras, antique planetary passports, and suitcases full of used telephone numbers from stars no longer broadcasting. She wore the name like a borrowed skin; children chased the trailing zeros and A’s in her wake, thinking each character conjured a different kind of luck.
In other parts, rumor reassembled the same digits into other lives. A bored archivist claimed 699057 was a postal code from a seaside hamlet on an Earth now only visible through satellite ghosts; fishermen there sold messages in bottles stamped 0aaab1 to visiting data-thieves. A far-off telecom oligarch whispered that the string matched the tail of an ancient international dialing code that reached a tiny Pacific islet where elders still answered phones with whale-song. Conspiracy blogs insisted it was a coded refugee registry number for the first wave of algorithmic persons; poets swore it was the serial of a starship that vanished between hyperspace lanes. Whatever the truth, the name took on a life richer than its arithmetic: a place, a person, a phone line across the sea of static — a key for anyone who wanted to believe that numbers can be passports to other worlds.
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6 Months of Service
I was a lurker for years until I found something to contribute (my interactive variations and animations of other artists image sets), so now I am ex-lurker
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A long time ago. I misspelled dairy products and decided I liked it
So I never changed it. And use it for most things
So I never changed it. And use it for most things
3 Years of Service
I needed an account on a different adult site and didn't think I'd ever use it so I just generated some random letters. Then I've just reused this.
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