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Help w/ making a account

Started by bound4glory, September 03, 2005, 04:03:58 AM

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bound4glory

Hi my friend is trying to make a account on CE Europe but it says his name is taken O_O!

TY 4 any help
"Beleaguered Cities"
   Build your houses, build your towns,
Fell the woodland, to a gutter turn the brook,
Pave the meadows, pave the downs,
Plant your bricks and mortar were the grasses shook,
  The wind-swept grasses shook.
Build, build your Babels black aginst the sky;
But mark yon small green blade, your stones between,
The single spy
Of that uncounted host you have outcast;
For with their tiny pennons waving green
They shall storm your streets at last.
- F L Lucas

Shinlos

U now have to use the Chat button in Forum and follow the instructions under the Chat window.
It all returns to nothing...

Der Spruch passt besser denn je...

bound4glory

#2
TY we r trying to do that now but it tells him the same thing when he try's 2 log in :{
We will keep trying

If it helps any the account name is "diver0276"
"Beleaguered Cities"
   Build your houses, build your towns,
Fell the woodland, to a gutter turn the brook,
Pave the meadows, pave the downs,
Plant your bricks and mortar were the grasses shook,
  The wind-swept grasses shook.
Build, build your Babels black aginst the sky;
But mark yon small green blade, your stones between,
The single spy
Of that uncounted host you have outcast;
For with their tiny pennons waving green
They shall storm your streets at last.
- F L Lucas

ChaosEmpire

account diver0276 exists, and is really a new account...


CEmail: chaosenergy(a)chaosempire.eu
Chaos Empire® is a registered Trademark of Hans-Jürgen Ohler ©2003-2012

bound4glory

Great I will get him to try and log in again. When he wakes up TY Chaos :)
"Beleaguered Cities"
   Build your houses, build your towns,
Fell the woodland, to a gutter turn the brook,
Pave the meadows, pave the downs,
Plant your bricks and mortar were the grasses shook,
  The wind-swept grasses shook.
Build, build your Babels black aginst the sky;
But mark yon small green blade, your stones between,
The single spy
Of that uncounted host you have outcast;
For with their tiny pennons waving green
They shall storm your streets at last.
- F L Lucas