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T E S T   D R I V E   M E M E

Welcome to Medietas and our first ever Test Drive Meme! As we approach the grand opening of the game on April 1st, we thought we’d kick things off with a little something that will get you all interacting in the new setting! And it’s one less sample you have to worry about on your application if you’re considering our little game here.

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!


Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You’ve just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a … floating boat, with people you may or may not know? You can’t help but ponder what’s going on here, but the vessel seems to be approaching a harbor and when it docks, some lovely locals are standing in wait to greet you. After that they hand you a map and communications device and invite you to find your accommodations and explore.

2. Party, party!: On the evening of your first night in the city, a party is being thrown on Aerilon in honor of your arrival. Eat, mingle, dance, meet the other new arrivals! The locals put on quite the celebration!

3. Go Exploring!: There's plenty of places to explore, be it in your designated housing area, or on one of the adjoining community islands! Hike the mountains in Eurus. Sit on the beaches of Imber with a cocktail, or go swimming. Adventure in the forests of Mundus. Be careful though! Every area has it's dangers.

4. The Bells Are Ringing!: And that means a islands wide warning that something dangerous is approaching! But where the heck are they coming from? Nevermind that, the caretakers rally the children and the senior citizens while Scykal, Imber's local sea monster, emerges from the large body of water on the island.  Interesting.  He hasn't been spotted in a long time.  Help the locals defeat him!

5. Wild Card!: Choose your own scenario!

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Comments

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa gasps and lifts her hand to her lips. She'd thought that he'd lived somehow, that'd he carried out some grand escape and Robb doesn't know how he got here. Had he died, in truth, and she died too? Had they both come to some place beyond the world of the living?

"I jumped from Winterfell," Sansa says, voice barely above a whisper. "Ramsay Snow held me captive as his wife and I just...I couldn't bear it any longer. I jumped."

[kingofthenorth]

There was ringing in Robb's ears, starting as a low, annoying hum until it grew louder and louder like a tidal wave swallowing him up whole after he barely heard Sansa's reply. His head then snapped back in her direction and the ringing stopped. In an equal voice barely above a whisper, "You... Were in Winterfell?"

Disbelief was written all over his features, and he was unable to hide that as he cleared his throat and repeated his words with more clarity and with a voice of a man rather than a scared boy. "You were in Winterfell?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Lord Baelish took me there," Sansa explains, hands trembling as she explains it. Still, her voice is clear and strong. She will not be afraid. Not with Robb.

"He married me to Ramsay Snow, told me it was the only way to get Winterfell back. It was...it was awful."

[kingofthenorth]

Is was no secret Robb was in disbelief at the words being uttered from Sansa's lips. He was silent, unwavering, unblinking, and clearly processing this information.

"Seven hells." He finally replied, blinking once again. "Roose Bolton's bastard?" It took Robb a moment to figure that out, only recalling a conversation in passing from the Lord of the Dreadfort. "And after everything I've fought for, it's Petyr Baelish who brings you home?"

The words stung Robb as he spoke them, perhaps out of jealously.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I would hardly call being brutalized by a bastard in my own bedroom coming home, Robb," Sansa says bitterly.

"So no, Lord Baelish did not bring me home. He brought me into a waking nightmare."

[kingofthenorth]

Robb winces at her reply. He wasn't dumb, he knew what she meant, but to imagine her innocence being destroyed by the bastard son of the man who...

Robb's hackles are raised, much like a wolf's, as he balled his fists tightly. "I would kill them all if I could."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"As would I," Sansa says quietly. "But that is not the way. We can't bring war to brutes. We must...we must be diplomatic in how we destroy them. We must be clever, as they are, so they do not realize the sword is coming."

Sansa has changed quite a bit after her time in the south and in the Eyrie. She is no longer the girl full of stories and songs.