Zarek does swear a lot, so there is quite a bit of swearing in his sample posts. I can try to tone this done in game if necessary when it's not behind a cut with a warning in the logs.
Network/Actionspam Sample:
[The feed flicks on to Zarek looking like he’s about to set the entire world on fire. His eyes blaze with rage and fury snaps off every word he growls. The growl is more like a shout, however. The cause of all this may not be directly listening, but he’s going to make sure the creep hears him anyway.]
Alright, which freaking idiot decided it was a good idea to drag me here and then lock me in? I swear, you bastard, you better lift the block on my teleportation. If you don’t, then I hope you run really fucking fast because I’ll be coming for you. And trust me, when I find you, you’ll regret this stupid decision even more than you would sitting on a cactus. Your ass will never have been kicked so hard once I’m done with you. You can count on it.
[His voice drops to a lower volume, though he sounds no more polite.]
Someone at least tell me this place doesn’t get cold as shit.
[No sooner had he quieted down then he’s shouting out into the ether again.]
You better hope the answer is “no,” you coward, or I’ll be kicking your ass twice as hard. Or maybe three times. You’d deserve it.
Prose Log Sample:
Sprawled across the beach and soaking up the sun, Zarek was attempting to make the most of his forced imprisonment here. He’d dealt with years of banishment and solitude before, and they’d been in freaking Alaska. If truth be told, he didn’t have a whole lot of complaints at the moment. Aside from, of course, being here against his will – which he was still going to pay someone back for. Big time.
After being screwed over so many times in his life, Zarek had long since developed an innate warning system for when he was about to be f-ed. When that sense of foreboding came over him, he wasn’t expecting to look up and find tentacles creeping out of the shoreline and coming closer and closer to him. He sprang to his feet, automatically balancing himself for a fight.
“What the fuck is that?”
Clearly this was not Bora Bora. A slow smile slid across his face. No, it was something better. Bora Bora-esque plus a good fight. What more could he ask for really? Well, going home to his wife, but this would do in the interim. His claws were never far from reach, and he slipped them onto his hand without taking his eyes off those tentacles.
“Bring it on, ugly. I’ve heard sashimi’s pretty good.”
Hopefully this would at least turn out to be a decent fight. It had been a few years since he’d had a good one of those. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy chopping this gold fish into a million itty bitty pieces. Bring it on, baby.
[CANON]Zarek of Moesia || Dark-Hunter Series || no reserve || 3 of 3
Network/Actionspam Sample:
[The feed flicks on to Zarek looking like he’s about to set the entire world on fire. His eyes blaze with rage and fury snaps off every word he growls. The growl is more like a shout, however. The cause of all this may not be directly listening, but he’s going to make sure the creep hears him anyway.]
Alright, which freaking idiot decided it was a good idea to drag me here and then lock me in? I swear, you bastard, you better lift the block on my teleportation. If you don’t, then I hope you run really fucking fast because I’ll be coming for you. And trust me, when I find you, you’ll regret this stupid decision even more than you would sitting on a cactus. Your ass will never have been kicked so hard once I’m done with you. You can count on it.
[His voice drops to a lower volume, though he sounds no more polite.]
Someone at least tell me this place doesn’t get cold as shit.
[No sooner had he quieted down then he’s shouting out into the ether again.]
You better hope the answer is “no,” you coward, or I’ll be kicking your ass twice as hard. Or maybe three times. You’d deserve it.
Prose Log Sample:
Sprawled across the beach and soaking up the sun, Zarek was attempting to make the most of his forced imprisonment here. He’d dealt with years of banishment and solitude before, and they’d been in freaking Alaska. If truth be told, he didn’t have a whole lot of complaints at the moment. Aside from, of course, being here against his will – which he was still going to pay someone back for. Big time.
After being screwed over so many times in his life, Zarek had long since developed an innate warning system for when he was about to be f-ed. When that sense of foreboding came over him, he wasn’t expecting to look up and find tentacles creeping out of the shoreline and coming closer and closer to him. He sprang to his feet, automatically balancing himself for a fight.
“What the fuck is that?”
Clearly this was not Bora Bora. A slow smile slid across his face. No, it was something better. Bora Bora-esque plus a good fight. What more could he ask for really? Well, going home to his wife, but this would do in the interim. His claws were never far from reach, and he slipped them onto his hand without taking his eyes off those tentacles.
“Bring it on, ugly. I’ve heard sashimi’s pretty good.”
Hopefully this would at least turn out to be a decent fight. It had been a few years since he’d had a good one of those. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy chopping this gold fish into a million itty bitty pieces. Bring it on, baby.