Send me a PM. I can voice act, write, and animate. So yeah.
It's a beautiful baby girl... Blue Snowball condenser microphone! I named her Tessa. Now, to break those child labor laws, and put her to work. *Wksh!*
Got a Wacom for my Adobe Flash! I can actually animate efficiently now.
I kinda forgot about my account for a while, but now I've remembered it. I've been looking into buying a decent mic, so I may actually start being an active member finally.
As of late, I've been thinking it'd be fun to make more audio things. Up 'til now I've been procrastinating from it, but I did manage to sit myself down and make some stuff the other day. Maybe I can carry on that streak into the next few days? Who knows?
That is all.
As of late, I'm stuck on my story I was writing here on Newgrounds. SO, time to start a new one until I can get back on track with that one. Same with the last one, It'll just be off the top of my head, and hopefully be all right. Let's get started, shall we?
All was dark. Nothing could be seen of the travelers that had entered the mist, nor heard through the opressive silence. Two figures stood at the edge of the mist, waiting torches held high, for their friends to return. No one came. Three hours had passed since they'd entered. They should've been back by now.
"Could they have gotten lost?" Aisling asked her twin, her voice hoarse from unuse.
"I don't know." Ailill responded quietly, "But we can't wait much longer. The torches are fading."
Aisling stared anxiously at the flickering torches, which were now little more than embers.
"Aisling, we need to leave." Ailill said, "I don't think they're coming back."
Aisling bit her lip.
"Just a bit longer." She pleaded, "Ailill, they wouldn't abandon us."
"Nor would they have us killed waiting for them." Ailill retorted, "They'd have us go to safety."
"No." Ailill said, now feeling impatient, "I told them this was a bad idea. No one ever returns from the mist. We need to leave before it engulfs us."
"The mist can't hurt us." Aisling smiled gently at Ailill's worried face, "We have our runes."
Ailill muttered something inaudible, and felt the pouch of stones at his hip.
The torches sparked back to life, and the shadows were thrown back as the two were surrounded by their light.
Ailill didn't like to use his runes' power for something so low as reviving torches. Runes should be used for greater things.
"One more hour." He said, "No longer."
So yeah, sorry if there are any typos or grammatical errors, I'm using an icky "public" computer, so I don't have my trusty spell-checker.
And with that, I'm hopefully going to start making some voice loopies that are actually good. (Since it's too cold to do anything outside.)
I have this great idea for one, so I'll try to start that sometime soon.