Usernames cannot be changed by users themselves, and can only be changed, by hand, by an MTS administrator.

You may not register a new account to get the name you want! Multiple accounts per person are not allowed!

If you would like to request a username change, you may post here. Please check first that the username you would like is not taken. If the username you would like is taken, please choose another. You can do this by going to:

http://www.modthesims.info/member/YourDesiredUsernameHere

... and obviously, just changing that last bit.

Please do not ask to have your name changed to something stupid full of numbers or xXx_P1nkEm0Pr1nc355_xXx type crap as we will just laugh at you and tell you no.

This thread will be checked periodically by administrators for requested changes - we will usually do any changes in batches, so please don't expect it to be immediate or even very soon.

If you request a username, you must come up with a funny, amusing, or silly story telling us why you want your name changed. Yes, this is a real requirement - without something halfway amusing, we will not change your name. Yes, seriously. And no, something along the lines of "lol my current username sucks look how stupid I am ha ha laugh at me" does not count.

Last edited by whiterider : 10th Aug 2010 at 01:53 PM. Reason: Stopped the link automagically breaking itself

Ow, Carlos, read the post. You need a story. They're serious. I tried to get my name changed a year ago because it's actually my son's but my story wasn't good enough and...SEE! Fortunately I've decided to embrace it.

I would speculate that this thread means management may be softening on the namechange policies. Maybe Delphy coded something that makes it simpler to manage now?

It maybe just a response to the many "how do I change my username" threads Inge!

I would like mine changed to Cervidanti .

WHY YOU ASK?

Because I am on the run. From the INTERNET MAFIA. They allocated me a few ratio points for a torrent site, which I promptly used to download an ENORMOUS game that would've taken forever to get from the direct download on the game's site. This destroyed my ratio...and I never paid it back.

I simply couldn't afford it! I told them I'd do it in increments and it would be repaid but they won't have any of it! They've cut my ethernet cable(seems kind of counter productive...) and threatened to break my eggs. I need those eggs for breakfast! I can't risk it!

<_<

I hope it doesnt have to be a true story.

That said, I also happen to try to log into the wrong account(Cervidanti) all the time, but that's not my account! ;-; That is pretty hilarious isn't it? :<

And a name change is purely aesthetic, right? Uploads and posts not affected apart from name?

Last edited by Claeric : 24th Jan 2010 at 08:07 PM.

Claeric: Request denied.

You could at least tell me why. :\

I don't think an "amusing story" that basically advocates theft of intellectual property (ie piracy) is very "amusing".

Torrents are not always piracy... World of Warcraft uses torrents as a way to download the game and/or updates. Many games come in torrent download format, and many custom-made freeware games do, as well. And I even included "direct download on the game's site" to clarify that I wasnt talking about piracy...

Sorry for going off topic, I dont mean to. Just clarifying.

Well, yes, I know all about the legal use of torrents, but in 99% of cases when you talk about a game, it's usually illegal.

We used to have a thread like this over at S2C; the actual system for changing a username hasn't changed at all, we just decided that we should get on and repost the thread here, as it worked well on SC.

hey can you change my name to HushDontRush please because this is my daughters account and sadly she passed away a couple of months ago, i dont want to be reminded of her. thanks

I'd like to change my nickname from MekMek to Mekii, partly for that
I sign my work with Mekii, well, at least the screenshots is wearing that name.
And I need to hide from my granny, Mrs. Stichead, cause if she finds me
she will butter me up real good and then triple dip me in popcorn. We all
know double dipping is bad, but triple dipping is even worse!

Maybe not the best excuses, but all that I got.

Can I please have mine changed to The_Roan_Timon?

Timon has always been my favorite cartoon character and is a real life nickname of mine when people don't feel like calling me a shortned fourm of my real first name. I had to write a poem for creative writing about something I liked and my teacher suggested I write one about Timon. My best friend and I were working on our poems together and were helping each other think up rhymes for them. We came across the word roan but didn't think it would sound very nice in the poem but afterward starting calling me "Roan Timon" for weeks.

Claeric reminds me of Rimmer from Red Dwarf. Can someone else come up with the story for him?

Nah! I think it best we keep him where we can see him!!!

... Dude, you're RIGHT. Now it all makes sense!

They aren't kidding about the story. Just some variant of "Please change my name" isn't enough to get them to do it.

Hi, after reading all the denies, i doubt i will get my name changed, but I would like to have the same nick everywhere. Could some Admin change my username to Petterroea? I am trying to be a bit more... well... Global? Now i AM going to be Denied (lol)! It would be kind of you Admins to change my nick.

Regards

SimsMad2Concepts

What a missed chance...you could make such a funny story with a request for a username like Petterroea.....

Tip: Read the bit in bold in the first post, which says that name change requests must be accompanied by a funny story.

Last edited by whiterider : 6th Feb 2010 at 03:09 PM.

Does that mean I need to think up another story than that Mrs. Stichead
will butter me up and triple dip me in popcorn... or was that one
good enough?
I have no idea if my request got granted or denied.

And another one with a bit of potential drops the ball!

The explanation over at the old S2C site was that it is a pain to change the name, so you have to make it worth her while to do so. Thus the story requirement. NO story, NO name change.

Greggery Peccary: Oh here comes Greggery, little Greggery Peccary, the nocturnal gregarious wild swine.

Narrator: A Peccary is a little pig with a white collar that usually hangs around between Texas and Paraguay. Sometimes ranging as far west as Catalina,

G.P. : Catalina, Catalina, Catalina.

N: This particular Peccary, is part of that bold, (Bold), New, (New), Bread, (Breading), that extinguishes itself by a wide tie directly below the white collar.

G.P. : If it's wide enough, everyone will know, that the tie I'm wearing is a symbol of how nimble my mind will go. Ooh-ooh.

N: (Swine suave!) Look out here he comes again!

G.P Whoa, here comes Greggery Peccary. (Yes it's cravy, cravy, yeah . . .)

N: Every morning Greggery drives his little red Volkswagen, to the ugly part of town, where they keep the government buildings.

G.P. : voodn, voodn. Boy, it's so hard to find a place to park around here.

N: Greggery Peccary takes the elevator up to the 83rd floor of a grim, grey, evil-looking building with a sign on the front reading "BIG SWIFTY AND ASSOCIATES...TREND MONGERS".
And what, might you ask, is a trend monger?
Well, a trend monger is a person, who dreams up a trend, like "THE TWIST", or "FLOWER POWER".
And spreads it throughout the land using all the frightening little skills that Science has made available!
And so it was, one fateful morning Greggery Peccary made his way through the steno pool.

G.P. : Hi Mildred, Hello Gladys. Wanda!

N: Yes, from the moment they laid eyes on him, all the girls in the Big Swifty steno pool knew… here is a nocturnal gregarious wild swine on his way up. A Peccary of destiny, adventure and romance.

G.P. : Is there any mail for me?

Stenographers: Swifty's, this is Big Swifty's. At Big Swifty's we all know-ow-ow.
You'll go for any gimmick or gizmo.

G.P. : Wouldn't you rather be involved in a wasting trends.

N: Air hockey! ...

Stenographers: La La La La La La La La Youp Youp Youp Youp

G.P. : Is you're wife snoring by the sink?

Stenographers: La La La La La La La La Youp Youp Youp Youp

G.P. : Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think?

Stenographers: Youp Youp Youp - Youp Youp Youp Youp

G.P. : Life is so much better when there's some little something to do.

N: Does it matter that this waste of time is what makes a life for you. Hmmm ?

G.P. : I must plummet boldly forward to my ultra-avant laminated simulated replica mahogany desk with the strategically placed, imported very hip water pipe, and the latest edition of the "Whole Earth catalogue", and rack my agile mind for a spectacular new trend, thereby rejuvenating our limping economy, and providing for bored miserable people everywhere, some great new thing to identify with.

Stenographers: We have got all the little answers to the things that might be bothering you.

G.P. : We have got your little toys. (We're busy makin' 'em)

Stenographers: Busy makin' 'em. Where is he making them?

G.P: Busy making them!

Stenographers: Just for you, yoo-hoo-hoo!

G.P. : Highly efficient Mrs Snodgrass!

N: And with that, Greggery turned & strode nonchalantly into his dinky little office, with the desk, and the catalogue, and the very hip water pipe, and proceeded with a vigor and determination know only to piglets of a similarly diminutive proportion, to single-handedly invent THE CALENDAR.
With his eyes rolled heavenward, and his little shiny pig hoofs on the desk, Greggery ponders the question of eternity, (and fractional divisions thereof), as mysterious angelic voices, sing to him from a great distance, providing the necessary clues for the construction of his thrilling new trend.

Angelic Voices : Sunday.

G.P. :, Sunday ?, whow.
Sunday, Saturday, Tuesday through Monday, Monday.
Sunday, Saturday.

N: And thus the calendar, in all of its colorful disguises, was presented to the board and miserable people everywhere. Greggery issued a memo on it, whereupon the entire contents of the Steno Pool identified with it strenuously, and worshipped it as a way of life, and took their little pills by it, and went back 'n forth from work by it, and paid their rent by it, and before long they were even having birthday parties in the office by it, because now, at last, Greggery Peccary's exciting new invention had made it possible for everyone to find out HOW OLD THEY WERE!

G.P. : What hath GOD wrought?

N: Unfortunately, there were some people who simply did not wish to know, and that's why, on his way home from the office one night, Greggery was attacked by a rage of hunchmen. Making his way through the evening traffic, Greggery notices that the other vehicles which crowd and bump his little red car, are all inhabited by slowly aging very hip young people. They appear to be casting sinister glances toward him, through their glinting, acid burnout eyeballs, trying to run him off the road, or make him bump into something, giving strong evidence of hostile aggression. To elude them, Greggery takes the "Shot Forest" exit off the express way. They zoom after him in all manner of cars, trucks, garishly painted busses, and motorcycles.
Greggery takes a bumpy trail off the main short forest road, which leads him up the side of a famous and conveniently placed mountain, and into a strange cave, on the edge of a cliff, not far from a little twisted tree with eyes on it. Meanwhile the enraged hunchmen (and hunchwomen), rumble through the short forest until realizing that the little swine has escaped.
They decide to park their steaming vehicles in a circular pseudo-wagon train formation and have a Love-In. Under the influence of a fantastic amount of trendy chemical amusement aid, they proceed to perform lewd acts. Rip each other off for small personal possessions and dance with depraved abandon in the vicinity of a six foot pile of transistor radios (each one tuned to a different station)

G.P. : What ?

N: The hunchman finally expire from exhaustion, and Greggery who has viewed the proceedings from a safe distance, breathes a sigh of relief.

G.P. : Phew!.

N: Only to be terrified once again by a roar of immense laughter. (Billy : Ho ! Ho ! Ho !)
Which seems to be rumbling up from the very depths of the cave in which he has hidden his car.

G.P. : Good Lord, what was that?

N: Greggery doesn't realize he is concealed himself inside the very mouth of: Billy The Mountain.
And as you all know, whenever Billy laughs, rocks and boulders hack up, and the air for miles around is filled with tons of dust forming a series of huge brown clouds.

G.P. : Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days,
Who is making those new brown clouds, better ask the philostopher and see what he says.

N: Greggery stops at a gas station and makes a mysterious phone call.

G.P. : Is this the old loft with the paint pealing off it, by the Chinese police, where the dogs roll by?
Is this the where they keep the philostophers now with the rugs and the dust, where the books go to die? How many yez got, says yez got quite a few just sitting around there with nothing to do.
Well I just called yez up cause I wanted to see, can the philostopher be some assistance to me?

N: Greggery receives information that the greatest living philostopher known to mankind is currently in possession of the very information in question. And furthermore this information could be his, if only Greggery would attend a special therapeutic group assembly, (Classes now forming) and available at a special low low introductory fee and now here he is .. the greatest living philostofer known to mankind : Quentin Robert DeNameland. Take it away!

Quentin: Folks, as you can see for yourself, the way this clock over here is behaving, time is of affliction.! Now this might be cause for alarm among a portion of you, as, from a certain experience, I tend to proclaim : the eons are closing!

N: Make your checks payable to Quentin Robert deNameland, greatest living philostopher known to mankind.

G.P. : Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days,
Who is making those new brown clouds,
If you ask a philostopher he'll see that you pays !

Now, to be honest I didn’t write this story (I’m not capable of it, I ain’t a funny guy)
I brought it up here, in hope to entertain some of you…
It’s coming from 1978 “Studio tan” album of Frank Zappa
I warmly recommend to listen to the story with the music, it worth it (but watch out, you can be caught by the Conceptual Continuity !).
(UTube) Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3

Oh yeah, about the request: would it be possible to change pixelhate to Pixelhate (with the capital P)
Thank you!

Last edited by pixelhate : 13th Feb 2010 at 10:18 PM. Reason: little correction & punctuation..

That was disturbing on so many levels plus I wondered why it was playing in my head like a musical but Zappa '78 explains it. Hope you get your P.