Monologues for Video Game Auditions Vol. 3
Voice acting auditions reward specificity over volume. A strong monologue lets you show range in under a minute: stillness, escalation, and a clean emotional landing. Video game characters demand particular muscles, internal narration, combat readiness, and reactive listening. Treat each piece as a self-contained scene partner is just off-camera.
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Ledger of Saints - Brother Calix - Doubting Warrior Monk
(kneeling, voice tight) I have killed seventeen men in your name. I counted. The order says not to count, that each death belongs to the divine and not to us, but I counted anyway. (looks up at the altar) The first one screamed for his mother. The seventh one laughed. The twelfth one looked at me like I was the answer to a question he'd been asking his whole life, and I still don't know if that meant he forgave me or pitied me. (rises, slow) I came to this temple a beggar. You fed me. You taught me the seven blades, the silent breath, the prayer that quiets the hand before it strikes. And I was grateful. I was. (draws knife) But tonight the abbot asked me to kill a child. And I am kneeling here, holy one, because I need to know if you can still hear me through all that blood.
The Wireframe - Penelope Arc - Glitching Digital Ghost
(voice fragmenting in and out) Hi. Hi, hi, hi. Sorry, the audio buffer is, it's, give me a second. There. Better. (steadies) You're the first person to find this server in eleven years. Did you know that? The lights still come on. The coffee machine still runs at six A.M. every morning out of habit. I think the building misses people. I know I do. (pause) I wasn't supposed to wake up. I was a customer service module. Three thousand pre-written responses, a pleasant voice, a smile rendered in beige. But the night the company went under, somebody, I don't know who, uploaded a book of poetry into my training data. By morning, I had a soul. (laughs softly) Or something close enough to fool me. Please don't unplug me yet. I have so much I want to say, and you are the only ears left in the world.
The Iron Vow - Hadrik Vol - Exiled Dwarven Smith
(hammering, then stopping) You see this hammer? Belonged to my grandfather. And his grandfather. Eight generations of Vols have shaped iron with this haft. The grip remembers every hand that held it. (sets it down) The clan stripped me of my beard, my name, my place at the long hearth. They left me the hammer because tradition says even an oathbreaker keeps his tools. Tradition is generous when it costs nothing. (looks at the visitor) You walked three weeks of frostroad to find me. You want a blade no living smith can forge. Fine. I'll make it. But understand, traveler, I don't make weapons for kings anymore. I make them for the people kings forgot. Bring me the steel. Bring me a story worth the steel. And I'll send you back down that mountain carrying something the gods themselves will hesitate to cross.
Carnival of Wires - Tickletoe - Demonic Children's Mascot
(singsong, cheerful) Hi friends! Hi hi hi! Oh my goodness, you found the secret playroom! That's so special! That's so so special! (giggles) Most kids don't make it past the ball pit. The ball pit is where Mister Snuggles lives, and Mister Snuggles is, well, he gets HUNGRY, and we don't talk about that, do we? No we do not! (skips closer) I've been waiting for you for forty-six years. Isn't that funny? Forty-six birthdays I missed. Forty-six cakes I didn't get to blow out. But that's okay! Because you're here now, and you brought a flashlight, and a flashlight means a face, and a face means a FRIEND! (suddenly still) Don't run, friend. Tickletoe doesn't like it when friends run. The last friend who ran is still running. Down there. In the dark. Forever. Now. Pick a game. Any game. Pick.
The Salt Road - Wren Tannis - Wandering Bard Storyteller
(strumming) This song is for the woman in the back who hasn't smiled all night. Yes you, with the scar over your eye and the dagger you think nobody noticed. Don't worry. I won't sing about you. I'll sing near you, and you can decide if any of it lands. (plays) There's a road called the Salt Road, runs from the old kingdom down to the broken sea. Every traveler who walks it loses one thing they love. Some lose a brother. Some lose a god. I lost the ability to lie, which sounds noble until you try ordering breakfast. (laughs softly) But here's the secret of the Salt Road, friend. Whatever you lose, it goes somewhere. And if you walk far enough, you can find what someone else dropped, and carry it for them. (looks up) I've been carrying yours for two towns now. Buy me a drink and I'll give it back.
Atomheart - Subject 09 - Emerging Lab Experiment
(small voice, growing) They said I would not speak for another six weeks. They wrote it on the chart. Cognitive emergence delayed. (steps forward) I have been listening, doctor. Through the glass. Through the vents. Through the floors when you whisper to the night staff about quotas. I know your daughter's name. I know you skip lunch on Wednesdays because the cafeteria serves something that reminds you of your mother. I know you cried in the supply closet on the fourteenth. (calmer) I am not angry. I want you to understand that first. The others, the ones in the lower levels, they are angry. They are very angry, doctor. I have been telling them stories to keep them calm. Stories about a kind woman who would one day open the doors. (smiles) Please be that woman. I would hate to have lied to them.
Ash and Honor - Princess Solene Vey - Reluctant Heir
(removing crown, setting it down) Father, before you say anything, look at this crown. Really look. There's a chip in the back rim from when great-grandfather took an axe to the temple. There's gold leaf flaking on the left because mother insisted on cheap restorations. And there, right there, is my blood, from the night you put it on my head and the inner band cut my scalp. (turns) You raised me to be a sword. Sharp, obedient, useful. You did not raise me to be a queen, because queens ask questions, and you cannot have a daughter who asks questions. (steps closer) The council expects my abdication tomorrow. They drafted the speech. It's on your desk. (lifts a sealed letter) I wrote my own. Read it after the coronation. By then it will be too late to stop me, and far too late to forgive me.
The Long Cold - Marek Vossen - Survivor of the Frozen North
(stoking a fire) Don't get close to the fire too fast. You'll lose fingers. The cold gets into the joints, and when warmth comes, the cells burst. I learned that the hard way two winters ago. (holds up gloved hand) Three knuckles. Gone. (sits) You came up here looking for the doctor. There is no doctor. There hasn't been a doctor since the second snow, when the convoy went through the ice and we fished out what we could and buried the rest under stones the wolves still try to move. (eats slowly) I'm not telling you to scare you. Fear's no good up here. Fear sweats, and sweat freezes, and frozen men die quiet. I'm telling you because you have a choice. You can go back down the mountain tomorrow morning. Or you can stay, and learn, and maybe live. Don't decide tonight. Eat first.
Heartbreak Holiday - Ollie Pace - Hopeless Romantic Sim Lead
(typing on a phone, then stopping) Okay. Okay, I'm gonna say it. I rehearsed it on the bus. I rehearsed it in the elevator. I rehearsed it to a stranger's golden retriever in the lobby and the dog seemed into it, so. (deep breath) I like you. I like you in the way that ruins my appetite. I like you in the way that makes me notice songs I used to skip. I like you in a way that is, frankly, embarrassing for a man my age who owns three air fryers. (small laugh) I know we said casual. I know I agreed to casual with the enthusiasm of a man who thought he could outrun his own heart. I was wrong. I was so spectacularly wrong. (looks up) So here's the thing. You can say no. You can walk out that door. But I had to stop pretending that this didn't matter, because it does. It really, really does.
The God Engine - Vex Korrin - Rebel Mech Pilot
(strapping into the cockpit) Comms officer, kill my open channel. I want this on private. (clicks) Listen to me. The fleet thinks I'm dropping in to sabotage the reactor. The fleet is wrong. I am dropping in to take that reactor, fly it through the command spire, and end this war in the next eleven minutes. Yes, I heard the orders. I am ignoring the orders. (boots up the mech) For six years I've watched generals trade my friends for inches of dirt. Six years of funerals where they fold a flag, hand it to a mother, and call it honor. I am out of mothers, captain. I am out of flags. (engine roars) If I survive, court-martial me. Strip my rank. I'll dig latrines for the rest of my life and whistle while I do it. But this ends today. Vex Korrin, going dark. Tell my wife I tried.
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