My name could've been created by a toddler, for all I know.
But w/e. I like the Wii, decided to put "4Mii" in there (didn't have one at the time), and 9 is my favorite number, so why not double it? (Or if you want to get mathematical, why not multiply it by 11)
However, nowadays I go by the name Revenankh on other forums. It still had my nickname "Rev" in it (from my other old name "The Revolution" which was, guess what, the prototype name of the Wii) and it's derived from the words revenant, a person who returns as a spirit after death, and ankh, the egyptian symbol for life.
That's a Pokemon from the CaP project on Smogon! I never used any of them, but I enjoyed battling against them!
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I'm pretty sure I posted this story at least 3 times on other threads on Smashboards, but here goes anyways...
One day while playing Melee sometime around 2006, we were having a 3-way FFA on Final Destination (4 stock no items). There was a Fox, who got eliminated early for "laser spamming" (not a big deal nowadays), a Sheik who couldn't do any techs but could combo decently, and of course, my Samus who could perform every important tech with almost every character and wins every serious game we play.
Intros aside, the Sheik and I were each on our last stock and I was at around ~90%. I got hit by a dthrow fair near the right edge of Final Destination (ouch!). The Fox player jumped up and was like, "OMG! Howard's gonna lose!" I proceeded to begin bomb jumping to what looked like my demise. The other two were chanting and screaming "YOU WONT MAKE IT BACK!" and "YOU WONT DO IT!" I only had two words for them.
"Oh really?"
I used the double jump I saved while I was practically off the bottom of the screen when I was done bomb jumping. I was a bit farther than the ledge of Final Destination horizontal-wise. By then, the Sheik player had already stopped taunting, dropped his controller, and started dancing and singing around me with the Fox player. If their crotch got any closer to my face... I s -- anyways... I told them to look at the screen. I airdodged upwards, and pressed Z. The grapple beam shot out and looked like it was about to miss the very bottom of the stage. BUT IT STUCK! I pressed A as fast as I could because I knew if I stayed hanging from the tether any longer, I would fall to my death. A screw attack brought me back up to the stage safely. The Sheik player rushed to his controller, but still met a ledge wavelanded dsmash to the shins. I followed up with a full hop double missile and finished with an offstage nair. Absolutely stunning.
Before this day, I used random tags like "sexy", "1337", "pro", and "azn". Now, "ORLY" is the only tag I ever use. When Brawl came out, the first thing I did was make my tag "ORLY?" In my first WiFi match, my friends lol'd pretty hard at my new name. That question mark makes all the difference in the world.
And that, my friends, is my story.
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One of my friends had a similar story. We were having an organized WiFi team battle set-up over AIM. I lost the first match because my team mate got his a
ss wombo combo'd too hard early in the game and I was left against two people. Though, I don't think I could've won even if my team mate WAS there. After that game, my friend pushed me out of my seat and started typing in our chat room, "i h8 u wit a pashn". The second match started, my friend changed his tag to "PASHN". I lol'd and jizzed in my pants. Too freakin' good!
I'm seeing the similarities lol 
