Marc Chapman a.k.a. Belchmaster
For those Beatles fans, let it be known that my name is spelled with a "C", not a "K" and that I was born before Mark David Chapman killed John Lennon. I'm currently 23 years old, live in southern Northern Virginia (isn't that cryptic?), and sometimes feel like I'm two different people. Why? At work, I'm the consummate professional who absorbs knowledge like a sponge and helps those around me. I get along with everybody at work, and everybody likes me. Nothing bothers me at work. Once I leave work, I'm the musician, the philosopher, the psychologist to my friends, the theologian. I claim no religion but do not doubt the existence of a "higher power" for a second. Outside of work I'm very opinionated, but still respect others' opinions. My actions are forever bound by my conscience, my great sense of guilt. It's that conscience that tempers my darker side, which I know to be pretty evil. My conscience blocks the tempting aspects of that dark side, so I'm a pretty good person, in general. Whew! I think a psycologist would have a field day with me!
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The Origin of Belchmaster
At age 23 now, I feel I must explain the childish name I've chosen. Way back in the 80's, my odd clique of middle school friends and I were outcasts. We were a rather eccentric group which has since lost all contact with each other. During those days, the common lunchroom conversation consisted of many topics including, but not limited too, thank goodness, the art of belching. Somehow I had learned how to make myself burp at will, but to top it off, I had one day of absolute belching perfection. On a weekend, with my homework done, I was bored to the point that I decided to find out how long I could maintain a single belch. Armed with a warm, 2 liter bottle of Cherry Coke and a very poor quality tape recorder, I set about my business. The pinnacle of the day, a roughly nine second belch, still exists as a poor quality WAV, which you can hear below. My friends had a hard time believing that the burp was genuine, but after listening to it time and time again, they finally agreed that I had not, in fact, spliced two belches together but instead had the greatest single day of belching any of us ever had. Since that day they referred to me as the Belchmaster, a title bestowed with much pomp and circumstance. Needing an original name, I thought it the best choice.
Other Aliases:
jackall - musical jack of all trades, master of none
leadstorm - the name of my favorite roleplaying character, a chaotic neutral male half-elven ranger/mage/thief.
maestro - a name I like, but it's used too often, plus I don't
want to seem vain of my musical talent.