Your mind is flooded with a deluge of idiotic mandates. Again the vagaries of your VOLITION COMMISSION, which you informally refer to as your PEANUT GALLERY, has besieged you with this ludicrous idea that you should be entering your name somewhere. Your peanut gallery really needs to stop embarrassing itself. None of these names are your true name, and are nearly as insulting as Ballsweat Horsecock Jr, The Second.
Somewhere amongst your unruly gallery of imaginary spectators there is a hero who will help you remember your true name.