I read a GP comment in the album so I explain the meaning of my nickname...
The nickname "Tormentor" come from a character of a forbidden game for Playstation called "Thrill kill" (even if it is forbidden I think that every one who has this consolle played the game). I was aka "U47" or "U-boot 47", but my first nickname from the time when I was a "citizen bander" (C.B.) and talked on the radio waves. It can't easily be translated, it was "little yellow card", the card used by referees.
During my army times I was known as "big rock", but... It is not what you may think :
In my ex army corp, the alpine paratroopers there was two old traditions, and you had to follow them even if you were a soldier or a general:
1) if you have a very older paratrooper's license you can "sent down to floor" an other paratrooper to "bend his arms and pump" (a gym exercise, I can't find the proper translation) even if it is a general (but you have to be careful, because "after" the revenge could be very hard... sigh...)
2) You can freely FART even if you're near a general, only you have to say "sasso" (little rock)
One day in early 1993 our parliament decided to sent us in Mozambique as NU peacekeeping troops, so it come the minister of the defence to salute us.
While he was telling his speech we were assembled and fixed, no one could absolutely move, and I commented the speech at a very low voice with my comrades. As (I think) an usual behaviour for the paratroopers all around the world , our comments were words like "A**hole", "What a pile of bulls**ts", "s**k my d**k" etc.
At the top of the speech, while the minister's enphasys was at is maximum and he was saying :"...because you are the bravest soldiers of Italy!" I said : "sasso!" (rock) followed by a supercharged, noisy FART :wickedfart:. The laugh of my comrades was very difficult to compress while an evil wind spred the smell all around (A friend near me assured me that he eared the comments coming from 9 colums far from us, words like "Damn, what have you eaten ? Dead rats ?"). As far as I know the minister noticed nothing but our captain yes . He searched for the guilty one for a week unsuccessfully and punished all of us. My comrades were not too worried. That FART is a legend also today, and it was the reason of my old (beloved) nickname.