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Description

Samples of my work from Butcher Block Green, Shadow of Wolves, The Last Writer, and Massacre at Agua Caliente.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
What's your name? Day Masked Saw, sir. Well, how old are you? 12, sir. I think someone once told me I was older, but I think I'm 12. Call me Time sat. Let's go inside. It's hot out here. Give me that. The witcher grabbed the brain, startling, sought and went inside the dome. Sought hesitated before following him into the cool shade where he found the witch replacing the gods brain on a large alter that stood in the middle of the darkened room. He watched as the witcher replied, Different patches, cables, unidentifiable totems of the ancients. How long were you in the minds with the brain? They told me it was for a little over two days, sir. Tame and? And what? You want to tell me what's going on here? Kid kept his eyes and gun on the dark passage across the chamber. Swift Runner used to the lantern to push back the darkness in that whole, answering as he did so. It's a place of ritual. Some of these things are familiar, but others are out of place. It's as though he mixes a little of the ways of the Navajo or the Apache with something else, something I've not seen before. It's a mishmash. It's swift, Runner furrowed his brow. It's madness. I'm done. Son Cab nodded towards the dead man. It don't look that way. This here is old business, needed tending cab, smiled grimly, then pulled it a cigarette. Is that how you see me old business? He asked Through exhaled smoke. Hutton detected a hint of menace in the question. His eyes met cabs. For a moment, he felt his short hairs stand. The older outlaw spoke with an edge to his tone. There ain't no need to take this thing further. Hello, said Simon Pages. He opened the door. Come on in. Chiron had planned to shoot page in the head with his forearm laser as soon as he opened the door. But the surveillance drone might still be hovering nearby, and it would detect the energy blast. What if the death but was waiting outside? Chiron went into the apartment. How's your day going? Chiron discovered he had another reason to hate Simon Page. Page was an anthro more for human that liked to chat with robots. Chiron hated them even more than death bots.