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Denmark Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:54 amCharacter Name: Søren Jakobsen
Country: Denmark
Gender: Male
Age: 23
About Me: Hiya there! You wanna know more about me? Hey, I'm a viking descendant, cool, eh? That means I'm strong, and I have one of those cool horned helmets. Ok, I was kidding about the helmet. But I do have a battle axe, wanna see? Oh, and I love beer, and pølse, its a sausage inside bread, kind of like a hot dog, but way better! Norway says I drink and shout too much, but he's always kinda grumpy, isn't he? But I don't mind, because I just know he cares for me. And I like to talk.
I guess I drink a lot. But who cares? I mean, beer, it's just good, and what's the problem with being drunk every now and then? And besides, I don't need beer to be happy! You see this blonde guy with a fine black jacket walking down the street and smiling like he won the lottery, that's me. I mean, life's good, I got Norway and good friends, why not smile?
Oh, and I guess I might mention this: I actually got into big trouble for drawing a cartoon of Muhammad. Jeez guys, it was just a cartoon! At least I thought it was really funny, but I guess I made a lot of people mad... I should've given them beer, that would have calmed them down!
Sample Post:
Søren was sitting at a bar not far from his apartment. It was no big surprise, and neither was the fact that he was roaring drunk. The bartender had asked him if he was okay multiple times already, but the Dane sure didn't feel like leaving yet. He was certain he was going to break a record tonight. That would impress Norway, he was sure of it.
"Oi! Another beer!" He shouted to the very tired looking bartender, who decided not to argue, as Søren was quite tall and very capable of looking like a fierce viking, drunk and sober. The poor man handed the Dane another beer. He had already lost count on how many his customer had downed, and he observed exasperatedly as this one went down with a couple of swigs.
"Mister, are you sure you don't want to go home?" the bartender asked cautiously.
"Yes, perfectly! Now, another one, eh, sir?" Søren laughed and handed the bartender more money. He was going to do it! Norway was going to be so proud! He reached for his twentyfifth beer, drank it slowly, as if he was trying to etch this very moment into his memory, and fell asleep as soon as he had finished. He lay there, head resting on the counter, drooling faintly, as the bartender called a taxi. He knew Sørens adress, as this was not the first time his client was too drunk to phone a taxi himself.
***
The next morning, Søren woke with a terrible headache. He groaned, and tried to get back to sleep, but failed miserably, and decided to officially wake up. Then he remembered Norway. No headache was too much to stop him from telling Norway he had made it. He reached for the phone and dialed Norways nimber.
Country: Denmark
Gender: Male
Age: 23
About Me: Hiya there! You wanna know more about me? Hey, I'm a viking descendant, cool, eh? That means I'm strong, and I have one of those cool horned helmets. Ok, I was kidding about the helmet. But I do have a battle axe, wanna see? Oh, and I love beer, and pølse, its a sausage inside bread, kind of like a hot dog, but way better! Norway says I drink and shout too much, but he's always kinda grumpy, isn't he? But I don't mind, because I just know he cares for me. And I like to talk.
I guess I drink a lot. But who cares? I mean, beer, it's just good, and what's the problem with being drunk every now and then? And besides, I don't need beer to be happy! You see this blonde guy with a fine black jacket walking down the street and smiling like he won the lottery, that's me. I mean, life's good, I got Norway and good friends, why not smile?
Oh, and I guess I might mention this: I actually got into big trouble for drawing a cartoon of Muhammad. Jeez guys, it was just a cartoon! At least I thought it was really funny, but I guess I made a lot of people mad... I should've given them beer, that would have calmed them down!
Sample Post:
Søren was sitting at a bar not far from his apartment. It was no big surprise, and neither was the fact that he was roaring drunk. The bartender had asked him if he was okay multiple times already, but the Dane sure didn't feel like leaving yet. He was certain he was going to break a record tonight. That would impress Norway, he was sure of it.
"Oi! Another beer!" He shouted to the very tired looking bartender, who decided not to argue, as Søren was quite tall and very capable of looking like a fierce viking, drunk and sober. The poor man handed the Dane another beer. He had already lost count on how many his customer had downed, and he observed exasperatedly as this one went down with a couple of swigs.
"Mister, are you sure you don't want to go home?" the bartender asked cautiously.
"Yes, perfectly! Now, another one, eh, sir?" Søren laughed and handed the bartender more money. He was going to do it! Norway was going to be so proud! He reached for his twentyfifth beer, drank it slowly, as if he was trying to etch this very moment into his memory, and fell asleep as soon as he had finished. He lay there, head resting on the counter, drooling faintly, as the bartender called a taxi. He knew Sørens adress, as this was not the first time his client was too drunk to phone a taxi himself.
***
The next morning, Søren woke with a terrible headache. He groaned, and tried to get back to sleep, but failed miserably, and decided to officially wake up. Then he remembered Norway. No headache was too much to stop him from telling Norway he had made it. He reached for the phone and dialed Norways nimber.
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