My name? Aye, that be a tale long in the tellin'. *clears throat*
It happened many a year ago, whilst I was wandering deep in the wilderness of the net in punishment for some vile sin or another. The actualy sin eludes my memory at the moment, but I seem to recall vaguelly something about a 30 foot rope, two 2x4's and a Mexican sombrero perched on nightstand. Ah, but I digress.
So there I was, wandering forsaken in the wildernes when lo, a voice spake unto me and informed me that I must choose a new name. This brassed me off right good and proper, cause I was used to my old name by then, but the voiace wasn't having any of it. A severe smackdown was laid upon me ( I never figured out how a voice could give me a wedgie, but there you go) and again the voice told me to change my name. It promised that I would garner unto myself the powers of any name I chose, so that I should choose wisely. I thought about it, and quickly discarded the names Duckstalker and Bloodwound for obvious reasons. The voice became impatient, and suddenly on the edge of yet another wedgie I was siezed by inspiration.
I settled on the name Bloodstalker. It sounded dark and foreboding, mysterious even, in fact downright creepy in a bad horror flick kinda way if I want to belabor the point. But it had a definate ring to it, and I could see myself reigning havoc wherever I went with my dark powers that such a name would surely imbue me with. Not to mention, I figured the dark, blood thing was kinda vampirish and would get me chicks.
So I swept into the board confident and proud of my new identity, but alas, all was not to be as I thought. For I had forgotten that forum members are lazy, and will always look to abreiviate a name. I went through several incarnations at the hands of my fellow members, including being called Blood for a while which made me feel like a pimp in a 70's cop show. Eventually I was dubbed "BS" which of course is short hand for anpther. less savory expression. In time, it became assumed I was full of BS, and my reputation suffered. I lamented this turn of events, but could do nothing as I watched my dream of being a dangerous studmuffin dwindle into being that of an eccentric but slightly harmless perv.(Figures the stalker part would be the part to stick)
And on the day I realised my fate, I cried loudly to the heavens, but was drowned out by the chuckling voice.
The alternate, more accepted version of how I got my name was that Bloodstalker is what you get when you sit me down half loaded and listening to Judas Priest tunes all night and tell me to pick a name. Night crawler was taken, night stalker was taken, Bloodstone was taken, so somehow they merged. Of course, this is much harder to believe IMO.
