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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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"I have never been a bearer of great patience. I should have been understanding. I hope you forgive me as well?" She said gently. "You have no reason to apologize, it was Robert's belief, I imagine. I am not surprised they were spread across Westeros."

She sighed, "You have had little reason to think well of men."

"Men only want what advantage they can gain over women except, it seems, with my parents and your prince. Otherwise, I have no love for them."

And they, it seems, have had no love for her.

"It is the way of men." Lyanna frowned. "It has always been this way. When I was betrothed to Robert, I knew that I was little more than his possession. Something he coveted. I did not expect love in my marriage."

She smiled, "Sometimes, we are surprised by what the gods have in store."

Sansa shakes her head, a bit sad. "The Gods don't care about Starks anymore, Lyanna. There's hardly any of us left, just myself and Jon, and Jon's only half Stark to begin with. The Gods have made me a Lannister's bride, cloaked in crimson, and now a Bolton's bride complete with flayed skin."

There's a mark on the inside of her thigh where Ramsay had stripped the skin from her for giving him cheek. Sansa had given him more the next day; she's always been a slow learner.

"You have survived through adversity, Sansa. Despite the monstrous men that you were married and the loss of your family, you have endeavored. That is a blessing, though it may not seem so."

It was a small comfort, but there had to be something to come from all of this.

"I am steel now, forged from snow," Sansa says, nodding once. She had once been a fool of a girl, full of stories and songs and now she's something wiser and sadder. Still, Tyrion had never been cruel to her and all things told, she is glad that he was her first husband and respected her the way he had.

"Lord Tyrion wasn't so terrible, as husbands go. He demanded nothing of me."

"No? He was gentle to you? Rather remarkable. I had heard the Lannisters are hard and ferocious creatures, only interested in their own interests. Greedy and jealous of any others that might surpass them." They had even gone so far as try to marry Cersei to Rhaegar.

"He was not like his father?"

"Tyrion is loyal," Sansa says, thinking about her first husband for a moment. "He's generous to those he cares about. He...he promised he would never, ever bed me until I wanted it and if I never wanted it, he would never bed me at all."

She lowers her voice a bit. "He even stopped going to brothels."

"He never bedded you? Not even on your wedding night?" It was the strangest thing she had ever heard. No man had ever made such a gesture. To unite the households, the marriage must be consummated. Did he not fear never having an heir?

"Was his family accepting of this?"

Sansa blushes a little. "He never bedded me, Lyanna. He protected me from his family. Lord Tywin ordered him to give me an heir and he simply refused. There is more to him than there seems, I assure you of that."

"Then he is a man deserving of a gentle, beautiful woman. It seems as though he can truly cherish her, and I would hope my niece find such a man." She said, grinning at her. "What happened that separated you?"

"Joffrey's death. I left King's Landing and went to the Eyrie and Gods only know what happened to Tyrion. There was to be a trial by combat but...he escaped, somehow. I do not know if he lives," Sansa admits.

"After that, you were wed to the Bolton boy?" She asked, knowing the answer. "Your brother, Jon Snow, did you not write to him during any of this?"

"I couldn't, he was on the Wall," Sansa says. "It could have been intercepted and he could...he couldn't have come anyway. He couldn't have forsaken his vows for me. He couldn't forsake them for anyone."

She nodded, not wishing to trouble Sansa any further. Again, she enfolded her niece in her arms, showing her the comfort that had been denied to her for so long. "You're safe now. This place has taken you away from those that harmed you."

"It has given me family," Sansa says, holding Lyanna close. "That is the most precious gift I could have ever been given, to have Starks to hold close to me once again."

"If you wish, we could stay together? Reside together. It may be a safe decision, as I do not want you to face this place alone."

"My husband's squire is here as well. The Lannister husband, not the Bolton one. He might be able to keep us safe, though...he is quite green. Eager, though, to keep his lady safe."

Sansa isn't sure of Podrick's skill but his loyalty isn't a question.

"Then I suppose it is our duty to see to him as well. So long as he does not let house loyalty interfere." He served a Lannister. Despite what she heard about Tyrion, she is still wary of the lions.

"We may at least trust that he will protect his lord's wife."

"I am a Lannister by marriage and honestly, if someone threatened myself or Tyrion, I imagine that Podrick is sworn to us, not his house or House Lannister. I trust him with my life, Lyanna, and I would hope he would extend his protection to you as well."

Podrick had been nothing but a faithful squire in all the time she had known him. Sansa had no fear of him.

"I'm not in need of much protection. However, I am glad to know that he would not allow house allegiance to affect his decisions. He seems to be a rare steward. Most other men let their arrogance interfere."

"Podrick has no arrogance," Sansa says, laughing softly. "He is singular in that regard. I have never met a man so selfless and kind as Podrick Payne."

"Oh? Then what sort of man is he? I don't think I've heard the name 'Payne' before."

"House Payne, Lyanna. They're a house sworn to the Lannisters in the west. Ser Ilyn was the king's executioner. Podrick is a relation, of sorts, though I'm not sure how."

Sansa isn't quite certain of the intricacies of the house but she has a rough knowledge.

"He comes from a bloody family, but I suppose it isn't strange to see someone who breaks the mold."

She had seen that within the Targaryen house.

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