rgun
12-04-2004, 05:02 AM
Hello, I am the leader of an upcoming mod for Half Life 2called "A Terrible Secret". We are in need of a few talented voice actors. We have various roles to offerfrom olde english villagers (male and female), to creepy young girls. So if you're interested check out some more information on the mod.
http://www.keepthesecret.net
http://mods.moddb.com/3906/
Here is a snippet of the quality of work you will be reading. Below is a journal entry from one of the villagers.
It’s been days since I’ve written. The quill still weighs heavy in my hand. The march of words, which had been so close to my heart, so dear to me, means so very little in this chaos. It has been a week since they came knocking on the tavern door. The door no longer opens to knocks. Nor screams. It stays closed to our neighbours. Our friends. Our families. Our families who claw at the wood and groan in the night.
I have stopped praying. God has forsaken this place, and the Devil has taken it in his absence. I fear we shant see God here ever again.
Everyone who’s left is here, in the tavern. We’ve blocked the doors as best we can. The chairs and tables used as barricades are poorly built - I doubt they would do us much good if we had to use them. But they block the street from sight, and that is a mercy.
Send all enquiries to my e-mail address or send a PM!
-rgun
edit - my email is: rgun <at> keepthesecret <dot> net
I know I have posted something similar to this in a different forum here, but it was in the wrong place I think. This is a better suited forum, right? ;)
http://www.keepthesecret.net
http://mods.moddb.com/3906/
Here is a snippet of the quality of work you will be reading. Below is a journal entry from one of the villagers.
It’s been days since I’ve written. The quill still weighs heavy in my hand. The march of words, which had been so close to my heart, so dear to me, means so very little in this chaos. It has been a week since they came knocking on the tavern door. The door no longer opens to knocks. Nor screams. It stays closed to our neighbours. Our friends. Our families. Our families who claw at the wood and groan in the night.
I have stopped praying. God has forsaken this place, and the Devil has taken it in his absence. I fear we shant see God here ever again.
Everyone who’s left is here, in the tavern. We’ve blocked the doors as best we can. The chairs and tables used as barricades are poorly built - I doubt they would do us much good if we had to use them. But they block the street from sight, and that is a mercy.
Send all enquiries to my e-mail address or send a PM!
-rgun
edit - my email is: rgun <at> keepthesecret <dot> net
I know I have posted something similar to this in a different forum here, but it was in the wrong place I think. This is a better suited forum, right? ;)