From Hell
Project Overview
I am in need of a female voice actor to read a short story based around the computer game Doom. After getting some feedback from our sample video we have felt that we need to seek someone more professional that can add more enthusiasm and put across the real struggle our character is going through.
The short stories we use are going to be turned into videos and we have an illustrator that will bring these stories to life visually. This is our first story of many and we want to get it right.
Click this link to watch a short teaser of the story: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmgRmFPGOzI
Although initially this wont be paid, if we start making money from the video you will get some of that money for your time. This may also lead to multiple gigs as we do have a lot of stories and are looking for some one who would like to work with us across many projects.
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Our protagonist is an outstanding scientist with a brilliant mind, who reached her position through hard work and effort. However, all that accounts for nothing now that everything has gone to hell. She knows the demonology, their types and ranks; she knows the Hell dimension. But right now everything overwhelms her. She's scared, terrified, and has no real clue of what she's doing. Short term improvisation. Basically, she's trying to get away from everything and anyone, and has sacrificed the lives of her friends and colleagues for it. When the story begins she finds herself in a moment of relative peace wherein she realizes what's she's done, what's going on, that she has a weapon she can use. This stabilizes her a little. I think the most important bit of it all is: she's not a hero. She's just a labrat that suddenly finds herself among the wolves, and tries her best not to get eaten.
The irony of those words didn’t pass me by as I ran for my life through the once clean corridors of the research facility, now paved red with the blood of my friends and colleagues.
If I could I would run forever, out of the facility, through space away from Mars, all the way back to earth. But my thin legs screamed and my weak lungs burned, and when both collapsed I tumbled across the floor. There I remained, flat on my back, desperately inhaling white hot razorblades; I could hear the screams in the distance in between every rasping breath I fought for.
In the distance the screaming finally stopped... Emma. Clark. They were dead. At least I hoped they were… I ran. That’s why I was still alive. Even though I had the gun I ran. Left them. Left them to the demons. To be ripped. Torn. Mangled. I had the gun. But I couldn't. I didn’t freeze, no, I just turned around, locked the door and ran.
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