Goals push us forward and help us grow. This year, my goal for my voice acting adventure is to branch out beyond audiobooks.
I’ve been playing around with video game narration. E-Sports is a huge and growing industry and there are so many companies…small starters to big leaders…coming out with new games and in need of voice talent.
Looking for script samples was fun. Voices.com had a nice variety, so I started with this adventure/fantasy script featuring a brave, strong and compassionate princess in a 17th Century silver mining kingdom.
I’ll continue to play around with voices and plan to sit with the boys as they play their favorite card collecting video games to get a feel for voices and characters. I’m sure they will be only too eager to help with this “market research”.
Pecky and the rest of the chicks were growing at an alarming rate. They were outgrowing their first home so they’d been moved to new, larger pen.
“You’ll be more comfortable out here,” Jake said as he watched the flock race around in their new pen.
I guess. Did you have any luck at the hatchery?
What does that mean?
Jake sighed, remembering the rude man he tried to talk to about Pecky when he and his mom went to pick up more chick food at the hatchery.
“Well…I asked if they had any other gray chicks with green legs. Told them that we were thinking of getting a few more.”
And? What did they say?
“That’s the strange part. The guy seemed…uncomfortable.”
Hmmm. That’s interesting.
“That’s what I thought. He told me he didn’t know what I was talking about. That I must be mistaken.”
Mistaken? Didn’t you tell him you ordered from that hatchery?
“That’s just it. He insisted that I was wrong. Said I must have ordered it from another hatchery. Before I could ask any more questions, he turned and said he had to get some work done and I should just forget about ‘those chicks’.”
Pecky let out a frustrated squawk, startling the other chicks. They all ran to a corner of the pen and seemed to glare indignantly at him.
“So I guess that’s it.”
Pecky ruffled his feathers and looked up at Jake with angry eyes. Of course, thought Jake, chickens always looked angry.
What do you mean ‘that’s it’? One dead end and you are ready to give up?
“I don’t see what else we can do,” Jake said defensively.
Pacing, Pecky let out a series of cheeps and chirps.
Wait! What about the shipping company?
“Shipping company? What would they know?
They’d know if the chicks came from that hatchery. And, if they didn’t, they’d know where they came from.
Jake went into the garage and rummaged through the recycling, looking for the box the chicks came in. When he found it, he could hardly believe they were ever small enough to fit in the little box. He took it back to the pen to show Pecky.
“Here it is. They were shipped through the post office. I remember Mom going to pick them up.”
Figgy and Pixie waited patiently for Nim and Lil. They were supposed to have met them at Candy Cane Cafe so they could all fly to the house together. Glitter had showed up and told them that Nim and Lil would just meet them at the Malloy’s.
“Where are they?” asked Pixie for the hundredth time.
“Santa must have needed them for longer than I thought,” said Glitter with a frown.
“We really need to start setting up the games,” said Figgy. “I don’t think we can wait any longer.”
“Too bad, they were so excited to help tonight,” said Pixie.
Glitter gazed at the sky, hoping to see the pair zooming toward the house. “Well, let’s get moving.”
“How many solo cups do we need?” asked Figgy as he pulled sleeve after sleeve after sleeve out of the giant bag of supplies.
“Twenty-one per kid,” said Pixie.
“Ok, that’s 21 times 12…carry the one, add the 2…the square root of 56 is…”.
“Geez Figgy, it’s 252,” said Pixie with a shake of her head.
“Right. I knew that.”
“What about the ping pong balls?” asked Glitter.
“10 per kid,” said Pixie.
“120 ping pong balls comi–.”
Ping pong balls spilled out over the floor rolling here, there and everywhere.
Pixie and Figgy couldn’t help laughing as they watched Glitter canter around trying to gather them all back together.
“You could help me, you know!”
“Oh but it is so much more fun to watch,” said Pixie. At the glare from Glitter, Pixie relented and flew over to help collect them.
“I’ll get the dice ready while Glitter plays ping-pong,” said Figgy. “How many do we need again?”
“Six per—72 Figgy. We need 72.”
“And 12 pairs of chopsticks!” Glitter shouted from the basement.
All three minute-to-win-it games were set up and still Nim and Lil were not at the house.
“What did you say Santa needed to talk to them about, Glitter?” asked Figgy.
When Glitter didn’t answer, Pixie prodded. “Glitter, tell us what you know.”
Glitter, who always seemed to be on top of all the North Pole news, didn’t answer at first.
“Glitter?” Figgy folded his arms.
Turning to face Figgy and Pixie she admitted. “This time…I honestly have no idea.