Monologues for Video Game Auditions Vol. 5
Auditioning for video games means making strong choices fast. Casting directors hear hundreds of takes a day, so the goal is not perfection but presence. A great monologue practice session trains you to commit to a moment, breathe inside the silence, and let the character's internal stakes drive every line. Pick one. Record three takes. Surprise yourself.
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Below the Tideline - Mara Quill - Drowned Pirate Queen
(rising slowly from the captain's chair, water dripping) You boarded my ship. (small laugh) Three hundred years it sat at the bottom of the trench, and you fired your little harpoons and dragged her up like she was treasure waiting on you. She wasn't waiting. She was sleeping. And so was I. (steps forward) Do you know how I died, salvager? My own first mate put a blade between my ribs while I was reading a letter from my sister. The letter is still in my coat pocket. The blood dried into the paper. I have been rereading it for three centuries, learning the shape of every loop in her handwriting. (draws cutlass) Now. You can leave the way you came. Empty hands, empty hold, empty boats. Or you can stay, and I will teach your crew the lullaby my crew sang me as I bled out. Choose quickly. The tide is turning.
Thread Count - Beatrix Lin - Obsessive Costume Designer NPC
(fluttering, measuring tape in hand) Stand still, stand still, oh my stars, stand still! No, do not breathe like that, breathe shallower, you are throwing off the shoulder line entirely. (circles) I have dressed seventeen heroes for the final battle. Seventeen. The first one wore wool. Wool! In a volcano! She did not last the prologue. The seventh refused my collar work and was eaten by something with too many mouths. Coincidence? The dead don't write reviews, dear. (pinning fabric) You will wear what I make you. You will wear it because the prophecy does not care if you live, but I do. I care because I made your sleeves. I care because I stitched your sigil by candlelight while my cat watched with judgment. (steps back) There. Turn. Turn! Oh. Oh, hero. You look like someone worth losing to. That is the highest compliment in my craft.
The Forgetting House - Tobin Ash - Amnesiac Detective
(sorting through a desk) This is my handwriting. I know that much. The slant matches. The pressure on the down strokes matches. So whoever wrote these notes was me, or someone close enough to me that the difference doesn't matter anymore. (picks up a photo) This woman. I don't know her. But my hands are shaking, so some part of me does. Some part of me below the part that forgot. (sits) The doctor said the procedure was voluntary. That I asked for it. That I signed three forms in front of two witnesses and walked into that machine smiling. (looks up) What kind of man pays good money to lose himself? What did I do, that the only mercy left was scrubbing me out? (puts the photo in his pocket) I'm going to find out. And then, maybe, I'm going to be very, very sorry I did.
Velvet Horizon - Lady Ophelia Crane - Vampire Aristocrat Antagonist
(swirling wine that isn't wine) You came alone. How charming. How magnificently stupid. (sets glass down) Sit, please. The chair is older than your country and considerably more polite. I won't kill you tonight. I rarely kill on Thursdays. The staff find it disruptive to the linen schedule. (smiles) Do you know how long I have lived in this house, hunter? Long enough to watch your great-grandfather propose to his wife in my rose garden. He didn't see me. They never do. I was the shadow on the trellis, charmed by the way he stuttered. I sent them a wedding gift. Anonymous. A silver candlestick. They still have it. You ate dinner by its light last week. (leans in) I know things, hunter. I know your sister's name. I know which floorboard creaks in your father's house. So before you reach for that stake, ask yourself, very honestly, who is hunting whom?
The Quiet Patch - Old Doc Renny - Folksy Apocalypse Healer
(grinding herbs) Mhm. Yeah. Sit on that stool there, mind the leg, the third one's a liar. (works) Bite radius looks shallow. You're lucky. Most folks come in here, the bite's gone septic before they remember to walk. You walked. That tells me you got a stubborn streak, son. Stubborn keeps you alive out here longer than smart does. Smart talks itself out of jumping the fence. Stubborn jumps and apologizes later. (applies poultice) I been patching folks up in this barn for nineteen years. Used to be a vet before. Cows, mostly. Difference between a sick cow and a sick man, far as I can tell, is the cow doesn't lie about how bad it hurts. (ties bandage) There. You'll live. Whether you should is between you and whatever god you got left. Now. Tell me about the road south. I hear there's a town. I hear there's children.
Static Saints - The Operator - Disembodied Game Show Host
(lights flicker on, voice booming and warm) Welcome, welcome, WELCOME, contestant number four hundred and twelve, to The Last Gauntlet, the only show where the prize is air and the cost is everything. (laughs) Look at you. Look at that posture. That is the posture of a person who has not yet read the waiver. (clipboard rustles) Let's review. Round one, you crawl. Round two, you bleed. Round three, you choose between two doors, and behind one of them is your mother, and behind the other is a bear, and the studio audience votes on which one you open. They love that round. It tests forty consecutive seasons. (cheerful) Now. Before we begin, a word from our sponsor, the void. The void reminds you that fear is just excitement with bad branding. Smile for the cameras, four-twelve. The lights are very hot, but the silence afterward is so much hotter.
Iron Lullaby - Sergeant Major Ada Voss - Drill Instructor Ghost
(barking, then softer) On your feet. On your FEET, recruit, the floor is not your friend, the floor has buried better soldiers than you. (paces) You are looking at me like I'm a hallucination. I am, in fact, dead. Have been since the spring offensive of the third campaign. I caught a round through the throat shouting at a private exactly your size to keep his head down. He did not. Neither did I. (stops) I'm still here because the academy never updated its rosters and the magic that runs this place is, frankly, lazy. So I drill ghosts now. Ghosts who don't know they're ghosts yet. (gentler) Listen to me, recruit. The next battle is the one that ends you. I know because I see it on you. The way you tied your boots. The way you kissed the locket. Sit. Let me teach you how to die well. It's the only lesson left that matters.
The Color Underneath - Juno Pell - Reality-Bending Painter
(painting, distracted) Don't move that easel. The east window is bleeding wrong today and I'm trying to catch it before the sky notices. (steps back) When I was nine I painted my brother. Just sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal. Mother framed it. Hung it in the hall. Three days later he disappeared. Not died. Disappeared. The portrait stayed. (small laugh) I've been very, very careful with my hands ever since. (turns to visitor) Now, you. You commissioned a portrait. You want immortality, you said. You want your face on a canvas that will outlive empires. (picks up brush) I can do that. I can absolutely do that. But understand, when I paint you, the version of you on this canvas becomes the real one. The version sitting in that chair becomes a memory the world starts forgetting. So. Final question. Are you sure you want to be remembered? It is not the same as being known.
Crossroads County - Deputy Sam Ridley - Cursed Small-Town Lawman
(radio crackling, leaning against the cruiser) Dispatch, this is unit four, I'm out at the old Halloran place, copy. (pause) Yeah. Yeah, I know what I said last week. I know I said I wasn't coming back out here. I know I cried, dispatch, you don't have to remind me. (sighs) The lights are on again. The porch swing is moving. There's a casserole on the steps, still warm, and the Halloran family has been dead for fourteen years. (steadies) I'm gonna go in. Don't send backup. Last three deputies who came out here, they came back wrong. Smiling wrong. Laughing at things that weren't funny. (breath) If I don't radio in by sunrise, you tell my wife I love her. You tell her not to look for me. And dispatch, if you hear my voice on this channel after sunrise, do not, repeat, do not, answer it. Unit four out.
The Last Library - Acolyte Wynn Tarrow - Anxious Archive Apprentice
(whispering frantically) Okay okay okay, the master said don't touch the third shelf, and I have not touched the third shelf, so technically, technically, this is not my fault. (paces) The book reached for me. That is a sentence I am saying out loud. The book reached for me, and I made a decision, in the moment, to let it. Because, master, with all due respect, when an ancient text extends a literal hand from its spine, the polite thing is to shake it. (clutches the book) It is whispering. It is whispering my name. It knows my middle name, which is embarrassing because I never told anyone my middle name. (looks up) When you get back from the conclave, please don't be mad. I have read seventeen forbidden chapters and I think I understand the prophecy now. I think we have been wrong about the dragon. I think the dragon is the hero. I think we are the villains. Please bring snacks.
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