Scary // sad // supportive voice over for characters
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
readings, everybody, it's time to play 90 bunny. Now, if you guys are wondering if I mean why there's a creepy looking money just as students, you open this video? I'm not sure. Trust me, I have done. But all I've heard that is this game is a visual horror game, and I'm extremely thrilled to play this game now. Yeah, Olive, for this that this game has north conversations involved. So I suggest, or a highly recommend, all of you, or at least at least one off you to go crabs and popcorn or this case or anything you like to snack on while watching this game. Now, without any further ado, let's go. Yeah, you went cloud at my window all night long. It wanted to feels And how old How like Hungry Beast, an endless song We from all sorts of voices shrill gender sneer e twined in the air. They were shouting and laughing, arguing about something. Someone was running through the snow while casting long shadows that would occasionally creep close to my bed. Our house had mind off its own, the creaky old mind off a building that had seen a Lord in its days and was seemingly trying to share its wisdom with the inhabitants. The lonely house faced the forest, and the dark green ticket gazed back with its hollow eyes rustling, whizzing, swaying back and forth. One could come out and stand at the edge of the forest to reassure themselves. There was nobody behind the crooked trees, Fuzzy Soliai Sil away, still away, swaying in the wind could impossibly toe any harm. It's just a playoff light and shadow. Just a play. I knew it was just my imagination. I was already 12 after all. Still nice looking Fox out there. Hey, put away your book. How many times have I told you not to read at the table? It's bad for your health. Look at how slouched you are. Okay, I think we have just one option. Let's hide it. I didn't protest and put the book about Conan and the Barbarian aside, I was stuck on a line I couldn't understand. After reading it three times anyway, Olaya had already finished her breakfast and was munching on some cookies. She was so enthusiastic, and she she almost looked like your typical girl from commercials. You're not going anywhere until you finish all off it. I, on the other hand, was still trying to drill a hole in the plate with my eyes as if it would make the porridge disappear. Hazy anxiousness welled up inside. All because off the previously Pless night the black forest around our house and the gloomy wind the longer I waited, the colder the lumpy wide substance became. It looked like a jellyfish from the courtesy could cost you. Would I see. I loved that show. I wondered how horrifying the bottom of the ocean nous or how how cold the black forest is at night. The spoon fell off my hand. Mom showered me with the cold Claire from a great green eyes. What did I just say? I'll get it. I had 10 seconds to catch my breath before bad playing the nice deep or which once again, I felt around for the spoon. What is this carved on this on the other side of the table? Cop? Nah, Kareena. How is it, Kareen up Karina ha as my mom's name. I guess she carved it out with something pointy when she was little, so she was sure she was sure She sure was Rascal, um, aging the furniture like that. She would call me for a week if I did something similar, though. Should I remind her about it? No, she's bean In a bit of bad mood lately, I imagine her being my age sitting under this table, I wonder. Was Mom afraid of dark back then? Or the sounds coming from the attic or to take forest? I imagine my grandma coming into my little mom's room, sitting at the edge off her bed, where Elias sleeps nowadays and saying this in a soft, smooth voice. Tiger in a tiger is a special place that we go. It's watching you, closely sniffing you out, trying to do this, discern what kind of beast you are if you are a good if you're a good thought, it won't abaddon you in times of trouble. But if you're a bad apple, it will grab you by decide and drag you under the ground, and that would be it. Grandma was caring. She never fought with anybody, never yelled, never swore. Those were the times with our demanding screams under late at night, without smashed dishes and mutual accusations, our parents used to love each other. Back then, I remember listening in one off the conversations. By chance, they were talking about Grandma getting prepared for a funeral. She had already bought a casket, and she called it her cute funeral box. It waited for it's time to in the closet patiently. It was black upholstered with meat colored material on the inside. I saw it when my grandma was getting buried the house and changed since the time she was alive. Only all the only all of the photos were gone. Glass Coward pictures with great faces off the ancestors, they all they all had a dead but watchful look in their eyes. I crawled out from the I called. I crawled out from under the table while I was done with the cookies and was looking at my share like a slide woodland critter. I turned my case craze gaze towards thief frosted window. There were a lot of dark pines outside, but they didn't grab any attention. The baton, our first from the picture on the glass olia look. It's a fox where it looked almost like those optical illusions thing. Thing is, they put on the back off student notebooks. Make sure off lines at first glance, but if you blur your vision a little bit and look under a certain angle non outside on the window, look, here's the nose and here's Hey, eat up. Yes, yes, Just a moment. I don't see anything. Hurry up. There's not much left. Ah, there it is. But it still doesn't look like one. And I'm telling you, it does. No, no, it does. Stop it, these kids, I swear now. I couldn't see the fox. I don't It disappeared. Went away. Only the four frosty patterns similar to the stressed out nettle leaves kept creeping up the class. My dad entered the kitchen with long, measured steps. I won't have a beard like him. When I grew up, Mom would always ask jokingly, Come on, shave it off. It stinks. This was long ago. Nowadays, rumbling doors and witty comebacks were an everyday occurrence. Valliant was. Olaya always covers her year years whenever she hears something like, What's the point in all of all this through the walls
Tags
Father, Mother, Aggressive, Attitude, Authoritative, Narrator, Approachable