Voice Acting and Narration Reel
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) Scottish (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
close your eyes fitz, It'll be over soon either. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, that was the floating cards. Now, before our last illusion of the night, I want to take a moment and thank our gracious host until you had to go meddling where you didn't belong. I came here with good intentions. I came here to aid you and your friend, but then you try to make a bargain with the damn thing and that will not do. Is there, is there balm in Gilead? Tell me, tell me I implore quoth the raven. Never more. Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by my nervous, perfectly perforated paper, pamphlet printer Gutenberg has nothing on the printing press is positively perturbed and lack of possibility for preparation. The property of pamphlets, did I ever tell you about that? Got caught in the ice box, stuck her head in looking for cupcakes and got jammed into the shoulders. Couldn't wedge out, reached in and tried, but she didn't budge. After a while she got hungry. And the only thing was an old bowl of minced garlic. Well, she eat it anyway. Rest of the family sitting on the kitchen floor eating birthday dinner, and she's firing off like a hippo with a grumbly tummy. Finally had to wait for it to melt so she could slide out. But poor auntie was never the same, and I could never eat garlic on the floor again. Shame is that was my favorite snack. How's your ma carnivorous predator seeks to end our days with a vicious application of sharpened jowls and hooked claws. Are. We so blundering in our need for temporary safety? Knowing peril paces just out of view as it wears a path in the dust for us to emerge. And we wait, hoping for some great media to wipe out all the danger and leave a world covered in snow, fall and void of that rancid shrieking that once filled it. Oh, how we long for quiet until there is simply too much of it attacked by a demolition team. The walls of the screen, audible only to the curia. Amazing. Myers, one of four Children lost in the house, under thick sheets of rain and thunder trapped in the basement after being chased through the kitchen by some broken violin rehearsal Enoch Green. The runway boy was somewhere in the house, but the three girls, temperance and ticketing and Maisie. We're calming in the temporary safety of the dark stairwell, lit only by match light.