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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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"Lord Tyrion is missing, they married me to Ramsay Snow," Sansa explains. "But I escaped him. I jumped from the battlements at Winterfell and I was making my way toward the Wall, toward you. I thought if I found you, you might keep me safe from everyone who wants me out of the way."

"The Wall is no safe place for a woman, Sansa." It was true, even if those that had forgotten their vows and betrayed Lord Commander Mormont had paid the price already, the tone of Jon's voice made it pretty clear that he would have protected her, no matter the cost. After all, there was already Val to keep safe, though perhaps it was his men that needed safekeeping from the Wildling.

"King Stannis and his men was stationed at the Wall, they came to our aid when no one answered our call. The Long Night is coming and the Wildings are seeking the protection of the Wall, with good reasons." Not that he doubted it would change Sansa'S decision about coming to the Wall, but to the least, she would know about the situation up North. In hopes that she ever was to remember this conversation once they would be sent home, if at all.

"You could have hurt yourself like Bran, jumping from that high, Sansa! What were you thinking?" The words left his mouth despite himself. He as Lord Commander, she was not his sister anymore; he had hundreds of brothers now, but still, he cared for her and would rather see no harm come to the red head.

"I didn't care anymore, Jon. I wanted...I wanted to die before Ramsay stole every bit of me and destroyed it. I wanted to die as Sansa, not as some flayed remnant of myself."

Sansa hugs herself around the middle, looking at him and feeling for all the world like she was eleven again and he was her big brother.

"I wanted my family. You're my family."

Jon's heart broke at Sansa's words, and part of him was burning with anger. The Bolton bastard better never come up to the Wall, or else the Lord Commander would leave him to the wrights, or worse, to the spearwives. While Tyrion might have been a Lannister, Jon knew the dwarf enough to know that he probably treated Sansa decently, but that Ramsay caused her to wish for her death, after all that happened to their family, the man deserved to be flayed himself.

This time around, Jon could not let her be, and closed the distance between them before wrapping his arms around her small frame:

"I am sorry, Sansa. I am so sorry." Gods, if he had known, he would have left the Wall to get to her and Arya in King's Landing, no matter the consequences.

"Don't be. Someday, there will be vengeance. The North Remembers, Jon, and I am the North. He raped me and he flayed me and made me wish for death. He'll remember that when I order him flayed in front of an entire army, when I make him scream for death the way he made me scream."

She is steel now, so far from porcelain. So far from the gentle maid she used to be.

"I'll see it done. You'll help me, won't you?"

TDM!

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