A little background on my name.

Everyone has various names they go by.  True names, nicknames, given names, stage names, handles, tags, or pseudonyms, but they all amount to the same thing.  An identity, carefully crafted, honed and nurtured until it is a different persona.  The best of us have matured this ability until our alternate identities take on their own lives.  They have different slang, modes of speech, philosophies, background stories, and (for the more unhinged of us) maybe even accents.  They all add up to the same thing however, a way of communicating something about ourselves that is, or we wish were, true.  The one I'm talking about I've signed my posts with here, have an Xbox live profile of, and it reaches back into my teenage years. (No this will not be an angst-ridden post, although my nerd will show a bit). 

A Fluke is traditionally defined many ways; a type of fish, a parasite, part of a ships anchor.  For myself, I take the most oft used, but lowest technical definition of the word, an accidental stroke of luck or good fortune.  Note, that the accidental is the most important part of that definition for me.  Often I will be playing a game online or in the company of friends, and some unexpected turn of events will push the game in my favor.  Or classroom assignments will be covering a topic I had recently read.  Sometimes tests that I haven't studied for will be rescheduled.  The point isn't that these thing happen just to me, because I know that statistically, random providential happenstance occurs for everyone, the point is that it happens frequently enough to me that others have noticed it.

After years of playing games online, and winning (losing sometimes too) through a combination of skill (I played a lot), and shear dumb luck, and subsequently being accused of hacking, cheating, or fixing the game in some way to my advantage, I got fed-up.  I changed my handle from some horribly teenage thing, to Fluke.  Now, when the dice fall just right for me, no one can exclaim "CHEAT!"  It is advertised, right there for you, luck is against you, and follows me.  Yes, she is a fickle bitch, sometimes she joins the other team, but I'm also good enough at what I do that it doesn't tip the scale out from under me.  And this odd twist of fate doesn't just pertain to virtual reality (hehe perception), but to our world as well.  So I have adopted it, this is my identity.  I am an accident, fates twisting knife and arching blade, Murphy is on my fucking five.