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Ora bem malta digam lá como vos surgiu a idéia para o vosso nickname.

O meu foi muito fácil de escolher, como gosto bastante de corridas de Monster Trucks e o meu favorito sempre foi ESTE

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Uso este pois é fácil de memorizar, são as iniciais do meu nome.

Mas usei outro nick [{user}] quando fiz parte de um grupo (agora chamam-lhe teams) já extinto de seu nome XFACTOR (1997-2001).

Os tempos de courier com um modem 14,4 e 28,8 já lá vão!!!

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O meu foi no gozo o pessoal tava sempre a dizer granda maluco e então pensei ( cRaZyzMaN ) e então pensei como é que o tiburcio lê isto?

Ele lê assim cRaZy - Z - MaN dai o "z" a mais no meio :sticktongue:

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BellamY - Mathew Bellamy, vocalista dos muse.

Razor - Os muse tinham uma musica que o nome antes de sair o origin of symmetry se chamava razor blades...daí razor.

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Acho que não é difícil saber o que significa o meu ;) E foi escolhido para o FNF porque cheguei cá por causa da música e para a música...

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Para mim, o melhor álbum, do melhor grupo... e a minha música de eleição...

BRAIN DAMAGE

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs

Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon

The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade, you make the change

You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane

You lock the door

And throw away the key

There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the clouds bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon

O destaque da palavra lua (MooN) já tem a ver com outras coisas... ou então não :hypo:

:flowers:

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Nos primórdios do mundo dos talkers ( estou a falar do MOO, não sei se conhecem ou se lembram), eu era conhecido por Doutor Javardix. Ora, como dix é 10 em francês, ficou encurtado para Doc10

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Dantes era [Neptuno] , nos primordios da internet.

De a uns anos pra ca mudei para Prim3r , por causa dos Primer 55. Dantes era so Primer , mas pus um 3 pa ser mais leet :P

Ja pensei em mudar ( inclusive jogos online sou Azumi ou pr0ph3t ) mas ja nao dá :D

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Quando me inscrevi, estava a ouvir "The Critical Distance" dos And Also The Trees.

A certa altura aparece a expressão "ever-watching wall" , como já tinha escolhido o avatar, que era uma macro de um olho, foi só mudar.

Gosto muito da sugestão presente no nick.. ;)

Never beginning, never ending days

Days when the ceiling is so low

I cannot stand

And the blunted knife presses into me

Melting in the airless heat

The walls close into me

Nudging me this way and that

From one to another

Like nervous thunder

Thudding in my head a heart

Is beating out the boredom

Nudging me this way and that

From one to another

Like nervous thunder

Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep

And the ever-watching walls lean over me

But when I wake I feel alone

There is nothing but a vast blank floor

And although the walls are watching

I can never reach them

No matter how far I walk

I can never reach them

And the knife begins to shine

Hisses in my hand

Slices through the always blank distance

So I can see my hooded girl

Swipes through the whitewash nothing

That shrouds my hooded girl

She walks to me across the furrowed fields

I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly

And the knife it sparkles

Like the piercing yellow mirror sea

And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories

Spills their seaweed dreams over me

Spill their seaweed dreams over me

Spill their seaweed dreams over me

Spill their seaweed dreams... over me

As I lie on the coral

Amongst the driftwood

And the ever watching walls lean over me

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