Almost Immortal: An Audio Dramedy
Project Overview
Sam: [Understanding the carnival workers aren’t carnival workers] Human disguise, huh? You’re no carnival hokey, you’re a freakin’ alien or something! The kind that makes a naked mole rat look good! Eugh! Tentacles, slimy, got some weird sense of irony, don’t use any contractions. [Mode Change] Great! This is the part where you tell me what your whole secret plan is before I die, right? Ya know, buyers, what your ‘product’ is, how to sever the universes, and all?
Sam: Preferably something with some carbs and, uh…
~Shotgun Fire~
Sam: Some chocolate milk.
Signus: [Confused] Aren’t there better things to be talking about besides dinner! We’re about to become lunch!!!
- This episode combines a normal carnival and aliens who turn humans into table seasoning. Expect one of our main characters to get disintegrated, and the not so happy response that comes afterwards
- This episode combines an RPG Fantasy universe and mobile gaming, and involves just one young player who doesn't know when to quit. You will likely find many things you've wanted to do to troll a young, annoying player.
- This episode takes elements of a Noir-Inspired Seattle, the required narration of that universe, and the features of animation software. Expect a jazzy soundtrack, a trip to the space needle, and a spree killer here or there.
- Cast members must be able to access Google Drive, and at minimum be able to view files, preferably having their own account
- Cast members must have access to discord and have their own account.
- Members must be able to send audio files in MP3 or WAV format
- Members must attempt to be present for recordings
- Cast members must have a sense of fun. NO EXCEPTIONS. FUN IS REQUIRED.
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Cast Member Introductions
To those casted: Welcome! Thank you for auditioning, and welcome aboard Almost Immortal. My name is Tricondergon, the Director and Writer of this project, and it's an honor to have you in the cast. At your earliest convenience, please make your way to the discord text and voice server below to introduce yourself and hopefully organize a time for our first castwide meet-and-greet. Yours, Tricondergon ------------------------- [email protected] https://discordapp.com/channels/369741079437770754/369741466299531265 -
Thank you, VA's
As this audition period comes to a close, I'd like to extend a formal thank-you to all who auditioned. For those not casted but still seeking involvement in this project, worry not. More roles will be required in the future for coming episodes. It's been an honor to receive your auditions.
Signus, the older of the two cousins and certainly the better dressed one, keeps rather well to his namesake—the swan.
(The coin refers to the compacted weapons that the heroes carry. While stowed as a coin, flipping it "with a height greater than two feet" will turn it into a weaponized form.)
Signus: [Stepping out into an RPG universe] Wow! A real, living, breathing, fantasy village. It’s like we’re really in the middle of some high adventure tale.
Sam: [Reasoning] Well, since we’re not exactly living in refined times, I think it’s about time for some open carry!
Signus: Isn’t it more practical just to keep it in compact form? Carry a coin or carry a 9 pound gun. Pick one.
Sam: Signus, you can never be over-encumbered with style. It’s fantasy. live a little.
~Flip~
~Catching Sound~
Signus: Right.
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Sam:[Burdened] Okay after about five minutes, I get the point.
(This refers to when the cousins are being chased by a rather large fantasy monster, in order to destroy a building using the beast)
Signus: [Confused] Aren’t there better things to be talking about besides dinner! We’re about to become lunch!!!
Sam and Terry: No?
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(Signus puts a fair amount of pride in his clothing choice. After being demoralized by a carnival worker, he reaches a rather low point, becoming hypercritical of himself.)
Sig: What was I thinking… The guy’s right. [Beat] What am I even doing here? I need to change. [Broken] And I think I’m gonna go get changed.
In your own words and voice, describe what adventure means to you.
Alternatively, describe a personal adventure that has been meaningful to you.--------------------------------------------------------Responses have no preferred length.
Sam-Not-Samantha Lowe, the rough, fiery, utilitiarian younger cousin.
Sam: [Understanding the carnival workers aren’t carnival workers] Human disguise, huh? You’re no carnival hokey, you’re a freakin’ alien or something! The kind that makes a naked mole rat look good! Eugh! Tentacles, slimy, got some weird sense of irony, don’t use any contractions. [Mode Change] Great! This is the part where you tell me what your whole secret plan is before I die, right? Ya know, buyers, what your ‘product’ is, how to sever the universes, and all?
Crew: Oh, no. We are just skipping to the dying part. Perhaps you could resist a bit more? You are really becoming a top shelf item.
Sam: [Enraged] Oh man! Maybe you’re not gonna get it, but once you kill me and my consciousness goes to the next universe down, I’m gonna turn your brains into the next great piece of modern art!
(referring to the extraterrestrial aliens)
Sam: I think it’s ‘bout time we showed those aliens a bit’a 12 gauge, American hospitality.
Sam: [Realizing under breath] No racism intended.
Signus: [Aside] That still sounded incredibly racist
In your own words and voice, describe what adventure means to you.
Alternatively, describe a personal adventure that has meaning to you.
Responses have no preferred length.
Terry is Signus's imaginary friend and a brown eagle. Most importantly, however, he provides the perfect balance of mentorship and cynicism.
[Referring to getting a mobile gamer to ragequit]
Terry: You don’t break the body…
Sam: You break the spirit.
Signus: Are you really going to terrorize an elementary school kid?
Terry: You can justify a lot if it means saving the universe. We get that kid to quit, and once he deletes his account, we’ll trigger another retcon! Besides, that kid needs to learn some manners.
Signus: [Flatly, with sarcasm] For the universe, yayyyy….
Terry: I believe Sam just performed remedial retcon. By ridding that guy’s invasive consciousness in this universe, you just undid the all the actions he’s ever taken in it, including the fifteen cardboard boxes of human table seasoning. You ever so slightly severed these two universes.
Sam: By shooting him?
Terry: By shooting him. Can you do it again?
---------------------Terry: (Echoed) I’m gonna be frank, Signus. Either start shooting the bastards or every single lifeform in both of these universes is gonna turn into strands of cosmic spaghetti.
Describe what adventure means to you
Alternatively, describe your ideal balance of strictness and mentorship. Is there one?
The primary antagonists of episode one, these deceptive "Carnival Workers" lure humans into attractions, only to turn them into seasoning into what may be known as "The Universe's Worst Practical Joke".
Crew: Why hello there, young teenagers. Welcome to the carnival!
Signus: Just, “The Carnival”?
Crew: Just “The Carnival”
Sam: No alliteration like, the Harvest Hoedown or The Bailey Brothers or anything? Huh.
Crew: [Repeating sternly but calmly] Just “The Carnival”
Signus: [Deescalating] *Nervous Laugh* Well, anyways. We’ll be right along Mr.— Uh....Mister Crew Member? No name?
Crew: [Very Stern] Just “The-”[Realizing] Indeed, no name. You may simply call us crew members. Thank you kids for visiting!
Crew: [Maniacal] I do not think that’s quite possible, miss. I will “take a knee” to say it to you: [Beat] You will make a fine product once converted. I can attest that our customers find the recordings especially satisfying when they see their product struggle.
Though truthfully, there is no real need to move any arms or legs. That will prove futile.
---Crew: I truly have no time for over-dressed, over-privileged children over-stepping their boundaries, but for you, I will make an exception. The thing is, kid, the names of my crew members are just as important as your existence to me. You have 5 seconds. Get lost kid.
[Talking with dying breath]
Crew: But where do you draw the line? Because they cannot talk? Because they do not have advanced society? Take it from my dying breath: You humans will never get anywhere in this universe until you realize that it is only savagery out there. To make ends meet, someone’s gotta suffer. If you want to make any real difference out there, then you must Kill. OR.—
[This character is consequently killed by Sam]