Send only your BEST takes of each line, one mp3 file per character. Audition for as many roles as you like! The filename should look like 'CHARACTER NAME_YOUR NAME.mp3'
If you have more than one audition (which is totally awesome and welcome) please zip them ALL in ONE folder.
LINE 1: You’re a little early, I wasn’t quite ready. Let me finish up those expense reports really quick.
LINE 2: —Fake laugh— Been buried in corporate emails all day, you know how it is. I’ll probably be trying to reach inbox zero for the next twenty years.
LINE 3: You won’t BELIEVE how thorough our inventory system is! —BEAT— We have spreadsheets!
Lin (any age/any ethnicity/any accent/Cisgender or Transgender)
Lin is a zombie. Lin questions the world around her. Lin believes in the natural (as in -super), and she’s going to prove it to Tom by summoning a natural spirit… Feel free to show some range in your zombie voice delivery, from normal-ish to full-on rasp and moans.
LINE 1: —blunt but caring— Your entire premise is flawed, Tom. I tried to tell you before but you wouldn’t listen.
LINE 2: —excited— Think back to the old life-stories our parents told us around the campfire as kids. What did every story have?
LINE 3: —teasing— What’s so creepy about it? I thought you didn’t believe in the natural?
—NOTE— The following are dual-roles, the characters and their players should have the same voices but be distinct in personality.
Venca and her player (30s/any ethnicity/any accent/Cisgender or Transgender)
Venca (VEN-ca) is a strong, sure, rough and tumble half-orc fighter who is the most practical of her party once her blood-lust drops, taking care of mundane things like hiding bodies and cleaning up gore while everyone else dives for the loot. Her player, however, is a people-pleaser and worrier, who fears her family’s world will fall apart without her taking care of everything.
LINE 1: I’m going to start dragging the bodies out of sight. —Dragging-body-grunts, continue through next line— I’ll put them in that container over there. —Exertion sound as she lifts/tosses body into container—
LINE 2: —V’s Player, reacting to face-down-phone’s text pings— Maybe something’s up with the kids… —DING— … And his dad hasn’t been well lately, either… —INTERRUPTED BY FRIEND—
LINE 3: —V’s player— But I’m going to make COOKIES!!! And we need you more than they do! And you need cookies!
Marthine and her player (Early 30s/Any ethnicity/any accent/Cisgender or Transgender)
Marthine (mar-TEEN), is the smooth, well-spoken, and charismatic leader of the group, the brain that directs the violence of her compatriots toward the completion of their goals. In The Real, however, her player comes off as a real pessimistic grouch—when she remembers to keep her guard up.
LINE 1: —M’s player, sarcastically— Yes, madam Dungeon Master! Can I at least roll with advantage, since Zafne’s helping me?
LINE 2: —Marthine— Please don’t make me repeat my question. —Gestures toward Zafne— You may find that … uncomfortable.
LINE 3: —M’s player— But you’re neither Tech Support nor Ops; those fuckers don’t pay you to be there after hours and they don’t need you to babysit that release.
Zafne and her player (20s/any ethnicity/any accent/Cisgender or Transgender)
A human warlock of the murder hobo designation, Zafne (ZAF-nee) is the bad cop to Marthine’s good cop. And though as Zafne she may revel in the destruction of her party’s enemies, in her day-to-day life Zafne’s player is the youngest of the group and an empath who has trouble asserting herself at work, often taking on coworker’s burdens at the expense of her own well-being.
LINE 1: —Zafne, enthusiastically— I can give them a little shock, wake them right up.
LINE 2: —Zafne— They don’t leave blood on the floor when I fry them! Just… —with a little too much glee—…little scorch marks.
LINE 3: —Z’s player— —MARTHINE: You told him to go fuck himself? Good for you!— Um… no. Not in so many words. But I did tell him where he could find the information he needed to complete the work himself. And then said that was all I could allocate to that project this week, unless we were going to de-prioritize one of my existing work streams, because I didn’t have time to do my workload and his as well and… —BEAT— Does that count?
Dungeon Master and Enemy (40s-50s/any ethnicity/any accent/Cisgender or Transgender)
Calm, well-spoken, and creative, our DM is the matron of this gaming group who creates parallel spaces in which her players and friends can grow. For her counterpart in this story, THE ENEMY, feel free to swing any which way you like on the cackling evil villain scale, just swing big:D
LINE 1: —Enemy— I’m not going to tell you anything! Not with a blade to my throat.
LINE 2: —Enemy— This was all a trap! And you fell for our brilliant plan to kill all of you! —feel free to insert any cackles/glee sounds you find appropriate—
LINE 3: —DM— Okay, Marthine, if you want to intimidate them, I’m going to need you to roll for that.
LINE 4: —DM— As you hide to spy on the two approaching shapes, you see from the light of their lanterns that one is a human and the other is a half-orc, both wearing the green and brown livery of the town guard. As they step into the nearby building to investigate, holding their lanterns high… they notice nothing out of the ordinary and continue on, leaving your party in darkness once more.
Tom (any age/any ethnicity/any accent/Cisgender or Transgender)
Tom is a ghost. Tom is a writer. Tom doesn’t believe in silly things like the natural (as in -super). However, he’s always ready to fully research any topic he covers, and currently that’s a paper on how there is no such thing as the natural. Feel free to show some range in your ghost voice delivery, from normal to super floaty and ethereal.
LINE 1: I’ve scoured Boogle and, sure, there are thousands of reports of people experiencing “the natural,” but they’re all second-hand or circumstantial!
LINE 2: —playfully— Yeah, I’ll float over to the door as soon as you get there… ten minutes from now.
LINE 3: I DON’T believe in the natural, okay? But there’s something about this place… it’s like I can feel the hundreds of souls that came here to die…
