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General Discussion / Voice Recording
« on: January 18, 2004, 06:44:02 pm »
Well, I'm working on a little project over at OC ReMix (can be found here) and I think I'm mostly near-finished, but I've run into a little rut. To complete this, I need some actual voices recorded, and my mic sucks so incredibly much it hurts. If I yell directly into the mic, then turn my speakers to the max for the playback, I can just barely make out what I'm saying almost in the volume of a whisper, and there's a horrid amount of feedback from the computer itself and air conditioner (which I can't seem to completely shut off when I want it to, but it turns off automatically as soon as I'm all voice out).
So, the point is, as Zeality suggested, I'm asking all of you folks out their with decent mics and either normal voices or semi-present voice acting skills to make some recordings for me. There's a lot of background noise in the actual mix where (most) of these voices are going to be inserted, so don't worry too much about any small crackles as long as it's not too obnoxious. As long as you can be heard and understood, I'm not going to be too picky. So, for anyone who can help me out (I really want to get these done, I've been trying to find a way to get them since I began wthe mix), the lines are as follows:
Commoner (Male, normal or below average guy): "I can't believe they're knighting Glenn."
Commoner (Female, snotty sort - doesn't have to be real high-pitched, as if necessary I can mess with the pitch myself): "Wasn't he that creepy frog?"
Sergeant (Male, stern and very loud voice, militaristic): "Attention! Drums march!" and "Drums halt! All hail Guardia!"
Don't feel obligated to take on anymore than one line if you can take any at all, since I need every line from " to " in a separate .wav file; once you have one, either talk to me on AIM at OtherGreenKnight or just e-mail it to shadowmage_magus@hotmail.com. Any help would be appreciated, thanks![/url]
So, the point is, as Zeality suggested, I'm asking all of you folks out their with decent mics and either normal voices or semi-present voice acting skills to make some recordings for me. There's a lot of background noise in the actual mix where (most) of these voices are going to be inserted, so don't worry too much about any small crackles as long as it's not too obnoxious. As long as you can be heard and understood, I'm not going to be too picky. So, for anyone who can help me out (I really want to get these done, I've been trying to find a way to get them since I began wthe mix), the lines are as follows:
Commoner (Male, normal or below average guy): "I can't believe they're knighting Glenn."
Commoner (Female, snotty sort - doesn't have to be real high-pitched, as if necessary I can mess with the pitch myself): "Wasn't he that creepy frog?"
Sergeant (Male, stern and very loud voice, militaristic): "Attention! Drums march!" and "Drums halt! All hail Guardia!"
Don't feel obligated to take on anymore than one line if you can take any at all, since I need every line from " to " in a separate .wav file; once you have one, either talk to me on AIM at OtherGreenKnight or just e-mail it to shadowmage_magus@hotmail.com. Any help would be appreciated, thanks![/url]
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Fan Fiction / Chrono Trigger: Into the Dream - Prologue: The Restless Eve
« on: January 04, 2004, 08:11:46 pm »
Chrono Trigger: Into the Dream
A Chrono Trigger Novelization by Chris Thomas Forrester
PROLOGUE: THE RESTLESS EVE
"Good night, Mom," said Crono. Crono was a seventeen-year-old boy, although in his own opinion he was more quickly coming of age than anyone was willing to admit.
"Get some sleep, now, you hear? I don't want you griping at me when you oversleep on the eve of the Fair," his mother replied predictably. Crono's mother, Gina, was one of those people who refused to admit that Crono was maturing.
Crono groaned in exasperation. "Good night, Mom." Crono and his mother resided in a dual-level house on the northern Zenan continent.
Night had befallen the Zenan mainland. Ordinarily, the onset of darkness and the unveiling of shimmering stars embedded into the heavens as eternal guardians of the evening hours brought a hush to the bustling villages of the continent, but this night was not so ordinary. If anything, the silvery luminescent orb climbing into the sky amplified the aura of excitement that now settled most heavily on the quaint village of Truce. Even as the overhead lamp blinked off in young Crono's bedroom, dozens of other lights remained bright across the suburban district. All but a few belonged to Guardian citizens, who now eagerly anticipated what awaited them where the few - enormous strobe spotlights that pierced the night and caused stars to flee - originated: Leene Square.
For weeks on end, various people - entertainers, merchants, and representatives from the castle - had flocked to Leene Square, the cultural and economic hub of the Kingdom of Guardia. There, an assortment of tents, stalls, and booths had been raised, and aesthetically colorful decorations strung from every treetop, big top, fence post and lamppost. Merchandise was brought in from foreign nations across the ocean upon Mr. Melchior's instructions and Norstein Bekkler's routines were practiced fervently. No one but those involved had been allowed within sight of the Square until the day of the Fair. That day was mere hours away for Crono and thousands of others.
"Ha," thought Crono, taking a deep yawning breath. "I doubt I'll be getting any sleep tonight, Mom." No sooner had he thought this, though, than he yawned once more and plunged into subconsciousness, despite the brilliant glow from Leene Square that pierced the translucent drapes veiling his window.
Crono found himself in an abnormal swirling vortex. Unlike the black of midnight, there were no stars visible on this plane, and what he assumed was the sky did not, in fact, appear black. Instead, a strange mix of various shades of blue and violet surrounded him, broken only by mysterious silvery-white lines that stretched on into eternity. He saw no end to anything; it was as a bottomless pit - an incessant abyss.
Crono nearly toppled himself to the ground as a voice suddenly boomed throughout the abyss, echoing off of nothing, saying, "The Time has come, Chrono Trigger."
Crono carefully stepped backward, although he wasn't sure if direction existed any longer. The voice spoke again, causing him to trip, teeter for a moment, and then fall forward upon his hands and knees. "The Time of Mending is upon you. The first stage is yours, but the second belongs to another."
Crono raised his head, glanced around, and began to cry out, "What's going on?" However, he could not speak; no sound projected from his lips in the vortex. Suddenly, a shadowed figure appeared before him. Over a matter of minutes, the figure slowly took the form of the most astoundingly stunning girl Crono had ever perceived. Her vivid golden hair was pulled back and held by a small gold band into a neat ponytail, removing any possible shroud on any of the perfected contours of her face save for a few loose, and short, bangs. Her mellow blue eyes shimmered with the most life and energy Crono had ever seen in a teenager, save his friend Lucca. She wore a sleeveless, shoulder-less white top - rather revealing, but Crono didn't mind - and matching baggy trousers, whereas most girls he knew wouldn't be caught dead wearing much more than a simple skirt, and perhaps tight pants beneath that. Including her gold band, she adorned herself with much precious gold jewelry: a waist ornament and accompanying chain dangling at her right hip, twin bracelets on both of her wrists, and an upper right arm band. A leather quiver full of crossbow bolts was slung around her waist, and she held up a crossbow of quality bronze craftsmanship against her right shoulder.
Crono tried to cry out to this girl, but he still could not speak. The voice echoed one more, proclaiming in its ever-cryptic manner, "The girl holds the key to the first stage, Chrono Trigger."
Crono shook his head in futile despair, but the voice continued. "Find her, use it, and begin the Mending." As it continued to speak, other figures join the girl: Lucca, his childhood friend; a bipedal frog wielding a mighty sword; a strange robot, likely one of Lucca's machines; a primitive-looking woman, wearing little but cloth rags and swinging a club ferociously; and a final figure - shadowed and cloaked, but seemingly important. Behind these, more, less definitive shapes began to form, but Crono had trouble recognizing any of them, as he still riveted his attention on the beautiful girl. The voice droned on as the shapes grew and detached themselves from the abyss. "The others will assist you, but they are only pawns. The Mending is your purpose, and so it should remain."
Without warning, all the silhouettes vanished, and the voice gave on last instruction to Crono: "Awaken, Crono, and enter the dream."
Crono opened his eyes and discovered that he was once again wrapped snuggly in his massive covering of sheets and blankets. Thin rays of daylight pierced the cloth curtains over his window, and he soon heard gentle footsteps in the stairwell. "Crono!" his mother yelled, as though it was the tenth time she repeated this. "Crono!" Crono, however, didn't acknowledge her, as he was struggling to remember the events of the previous night's strange dream about a beautiful girl...
Dreams are journeys that take one far from familiar shores, strengthening the heart, empowering the soul. Does this, in fact, mean that Crono's awakening from a restless eve ended one dream only to begin another?
A Chrono Trigger Novelization by Chris Thomas Forrester
PROLOGUE: THE RESTLESS EVE
"Good night, Mom," said Crono. Crono was a seventeen-year-old boy, although in his own opinion he was more quickly coming of age than anyone was willing to admit.
"Get some sleep, now, you hear? I don't want you griping at me when you oversleep on the eve of the Fair," his mother replied predictably. Crono's mother, Gina, was one of those people who refused to admit that Crono was maturing.
Crono groaned in exasperation. "Good night, Mom." Crono and his mother resided in a dual-level house on the northern Zenan continent.
Night had befallen the Zenan mainland. Ordinarily, the onset of darkness and the unveiling of shimmering stars embedded into the heavens as eternal guardians of the evening hours brought a hush to the bustling villages of the continent, but this night was not so ordinary. If anything, the silvery luminescent orb climbing into the sky amplified the aura of excitement that now settled most heavily on the quaint village of Truce. Even as the overhead lamp blinked off in young Crono's bedroom, dozens of other lights remained bright across the suburban district. All but a few belonged to Guardian citizens, who now eagerly anticipated what awaited them where the few - enormous strobe spotlights that pierced the night and caused stars to flee - originated: Leene Square.
For weeks on end, various people - entertainers, merchants, and representatives from the castle - had flocked to Leene Square, the cultural and economic hub of the Kingdom of Guardia. There, an assortment of tents, stalls, and booths had been raised, and aesthetically colorful decorations strung from every treetop, big top, fence post and lamppost. Merchandise was brought in from foreign nations across the ocean upon Mr. Melchior's instructions and Norstein Bekkler's routines were practiced fervently. No one but those involved had been allowed within sight of the Square until the day of the Fair. That day was mere hours away for Crono and thousands of others.
"Ha," thought Crono, taking a deep yawning breath. "I doubt I'll be getting any sleep tonight, Mom." No sooner had he thought this, though, than he yawned once more and plunged into subconsciousness, despite the brilliant glow from Leene Square that pierced the translucent drapes veiling his window.
Crono found himself in an abnormal swirling vortex. Unlike the black of midnight, there were no stars visible on this plane, and what he assumed was the sky did not, in fact, appear black. Instead, a strange mix of various shades of blue and violet surrounded him, broken only by mysterious silvery-white lines that stretched on into eternity. He saw no end to anything; it was as a bottomless pit - an incessant abyss.
Crono nearly toppled himself to the ground as a voice suddenly boomed throughout the abyss, echoing off of nothing, saying, "The Time has come, Chrono Trigger."
Crono carefully stepped backward, although he wasn't sure if direction existed any longer. The voice spoke again, causing him to trip, teeter for a moment, and then fall forward upon his hands and knees. "The Time of Mending is upon you. The first stage is yours, but the second belongs to another."
Crono raised his head, glanced around, and began to cry out, "What's going on?" However, he could not speak; no sound projected from his lips in the vortex. Suddenly, a shadowed figure appeared before him. Over a matter of minutes, the figure slowly took the form of the most astoundingly stunning girl Crono had ever perceived. Her vivid golden hair was pulled back and held by a small gold band into a neat ponytail, removing any possible shroud on any of the perfected contours of her face save for a few loose, and short, bangs. Her mellow blue eyes shimmered with the most life and energy Crono had ever seen in a teenager, save his friend Lucca. She wore a sleeveless, shoulder-less white top - rather revealing, but Crono didn't mind - and matching baggy trousers, whereas most girls he knew wouldn't be caught dead wearing much more than a simple skirt, and perhaps tight pants beneath that. Including her gold band, she adorned herself with much precious gold jewelry: a waist ornament and accompanying chain dangling at her right hip, twin bracelets on both of her wrists, and an upper right arm band. A leather quiver full of crossbow bolts was slung around her waist, and she held up a crossbow of quality bronze craftsmanship against her right shoulder.
Crono tried to cry out to this girl, but he still could not speak. The voice echoed one more, proclaiming in its ever-cryptic manner, "The girl holds the key to the first stage, Chrono Trigger."
Crono shook his head in futile despair, but the voice continued. "Find her, use it, and begin the Mending." As it continued to speak, other figures join the girl: Lucca, his childhood friend; a bipedal frog wielding a mighty sword; a strange robot, likely one of Lucca's machines; a primitive-looking woman, wearing little but cloth rags and swinging a club ferociously; and a final figure - shadowed and cloaked, but seemingly important. Behind these, more, less definitive shapes began to form, but Crono had trouble recognizing any of them, as he still riveted his attention on the beautiful girl. The voice droned on as the shapes grew and detached themselves from the abyss. "The others will assist you, but they are only pawns. The Mending is your purpose, and so it should remain."
Without warning, all the silhouettes vanished, and the voice gave on last instruction to Crono: "Awaken, Crono, and enter the dream."
Crono opened his eyes and discovered that he was once again wrapped snuggly in his massive covering of sheets and blankets. Thin rays of daylight pierced the cloth curtains over his window, and he soon heard gentle footsteps in the stairwell. "Crono!" his mother yelled, as though it was the tenth time she repeated this. "Crono!" Crono, however, didn't acknowledge her, as he was struggling to remember the events of the previous night's strange dream about a beautiful girl...
Dreams are journeys that take one far from familiar shores, strengthening the heart, empowering the soul. Does this, in fact, mean that Crono's awakening from a restless eve ended one dream only to begin another?
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History, Locations, and Artifacts / Guardia's Odd Inheritance
« on: January 03, 2004, 03:10:41 pm »
I've recently been playing through the game again to remember some of its finer details for my fictional rendition of it, Into the Dream. As I played through the section of the game where Marle/Nadia vanishes in 600 A.D., I noticed something odd.
In most families, and in most cultures, male children carry the good name and heritage of the family through generations. Such is the case often with royalty as well, evident in the history of European monarchies such as England, France, and Spain. When no male child is born, the Queen is often throned, which may cause some sort of an uproar, or at least a general upsetting. And not to mention when no child or descendant exists, what havoc may occur! Such is not always the case, such as with Elizabeth I and other Tudor women, but if possible, a male is always crowned first.
To the point. Marle is a direct descendant of Queen Leene after 400 years, no? In 400 years, there were, what, 12 generations of the royal family? Now consider this: if Marle, or Marle's mother, is still on the throne, does the Guardian crown pass through the female child?
Not necessarily, but that is one of few possibilities. As near as I can tell, Guardia's inheritance is odd no matter what choice you pick:
1. The crown is given to the female descendant, and the kings marry into the family.
2. For 400 years, the crown has passed on to the male child, and after 400 years of breeding outside the royal family and royal genes, the Queen's heir has just now married back into the family. Although, this still allows for Marle to be genetically disturbed instead of it all just being teenage hormones.
3. The Queen marries her brother?! Ugh...
So, which possibility, or if you can support another, do you think is correct?
Personally, I choose number 1. It seems to me that Crono was marrying into the royal family, rather than Marle marrying into Crono's family. And if I'm not mistaken, weren't Crono and Marle mentioned as the last King and Queen at some point in Chrono Cross? I can't be sure, but even so, the former opinion still remains mine. This would present an interesting tidbit about Guardian culture, no?
In most families, and in most cultures, male children carry the good name and heritage of the family through generations. Such is the case often with royalty as well, evident in the history of European monarchies such as England, France, and Spain. When no male child is born, the Queen is often throned, which may cause some sort of an uproar, or at least a general upsetting. And not to mention when no child or descendant exists, what havoc may occur! Such is not always the case, such as with Elizabeth I and other Tudor women, but if possible, a male is always crowned first.
To the point. Marle is a direct descendant of Queen Leene after 400 years, no? In 400 years, there were, what, 12 generations of the royal family? Now consider this: if Marle, or Marle's mother, is still on the throne, does the Guardian crown pass through the female child?
Not necessarily, but that is one of few possibilities. As near as I can tell, Guardia's inheritance is odd no matter what choice you pick:
1. The crown is given to the female descendant, and the kings marry into the family.
2. For 400 years, the crown has passed on to the male child, and after 400 years of breeding outside the royal family and royal genes, the Queen's heir has just now married back into the family. Although, this still allows for Marle to be genetically disturbed instead of it all just being teenage hormones.
3. The Queen marries her brother?! Ugh...
So, which possibility, or if you can support another, do you think is correct?
Personally, I choose number 1. It seems to me that Crono was marrying into the royal family, rather than Marle marrying into Crono's family. And if I'm not mistaken, weren't Crono and Marle mentioned as the last King and Queen at some point in Chrono Cross? I can't be sure, but even so, the former opinion still remains mine. This would present an interesting tidbit about Guardian culture, no?
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