Mine was from a villain I created for a story, a destroyer of worlds, a necromancer of untold powers, with each destroyed world he gains in power... I need to finish that story...
I don't know what I was thinking when I chose my username. I hate the phrase YOLO. If I could change my username it would be Taterpotato, which is what I use for everything else (if that isn't already taken).
Dunno why but I have always had Potato in my usernames.
When I was 3, I had a wooden toy snake. I named it calwina, and I do not know why, but I use it for a lot of other things. I would of also named it Epicnezz, but I did this.
A bald supernatural being with psychokinetic powers and a penchant for peppermint ice cream implored me to change my UN from themastaplaya to my current one as he visited me in the twilight. He warned me that if I disobeyed his silky smooth behind that I would go into a place called DeFunkai when I died. He went on to say that DeFunkai is a disturbing tetrahedral box painted lime green and navy orange. In DeFunkai, you are fed only green grapes and watermelon flavored candy so that the constant sugar high makes you insane you eat yourself alive. After this happens, only your head remains but you don't die. You just keep getting force fed green grapes and watermelon flavored candy by skinny nude Asian men wearing only leather gloves and glass goggles. If you cuss at them they will dump barrels of roaches on your head and force you to listen to Frankie Vallie music. However, he said that if I complied with his request that I would be granted one wish. My wish was that no one would ever take random poop dumps on my bed again. My wish was granted because he made me an offer that I couldn't really refuse and I took it.
Update
The bald supernatural psychokinetic sliky smooth being visited me in another dream last nacht. He informed me that although the intended meaning of my name fits me well, he was worried that some poepel would associate it with loan shark and think that I am a high rollin', low flyin', do no good 'er from da h🍩🍩d. He told me that I should change my name again, this time to Sir Cornelius Magdalena-Marigold McToasty III. What really sent me over the edge was when he implored be to get a tattoo of the Michelin Man in my armpit. We engaged in a nihilistic staring contest that lasted for five hours and three minutes and ended in a begrudging stale mate. He's probably coming back again tonight, but I'm going to stand up to him and not budge. I'm done letting him push me around with his idiosyncratic threats and iconoclastic attitude.
