Voice acting scripts to practice

[A cartoon desert town. SHERIFF SPIKE, a tall cactus wearing a badge, squints at the horizon] This town ain't big enough for bland salsa. [beat] I've seen chips go dry. I've seen dips go watery. I've seen a man put ketchup on a nacho. [breath] Dusty Mesa Salsa. Fire-roasted tomatoes, real chiles, chunky enough to stand up on a chip. [beat] Mild, medium, or Sheriff's Hot. Choose your heat, partner. I'd go mild. You look nervous.

[Underwater. A long, silver eel curls around a drowned anchor and speaks close to the sailor's ear] Ssso. Another sailor sinks. Don't struggle, little one. My mistress has been waiting. She likes guests. She will offer you a bargain. Say yes, and breathe again. Say no, and ssstay.

[Upbeat preview music. JUNPEI, the hero, talks straight to the audience] Hey, it's me, Junpei! Next time on Ember Crown Academy... Midterms are here, and I haven't studied at all! Worse, my roommate turned my textbook into a frog! And the frog is smarter than me! [beat] Can I pass the exam, rescue my textbook, and still make the big tournament? Next time: "The Frog Knows Everything!" See you there! Probably! Unless I fail!

[Voiceover. A rainy street, flashing lights. DETECTIVE MARLOWE HAYES steps under the tape] It had been raining on Calloway Street for three days. The city never cleans itself. It just gets wetter. The body was a man named Felix Quade. Owned a clock shop on the corner. Nice suit. Cheap shoes. That's always the first lie a man tells. [crouches] The uniforms had already decided it was a mugging. They like muggings. Muggings fill out the paperwork for you. No wallet, but his watch was still on his wrist. Gold. Expensive. Stopped at eleven forty. A thief who leaves the gold isn't a thief. [stands, looks at the shop] The lights were on in the clock shop. Somebody had locked the door from the inside. [beat] I've been doing this job for twenty-two years. In that time I've learned two things. Everybody lies. And clocks don't stop on their own. [walks toward the shop] Time to find out who was running late.

[Session note: medic barks. One line per take] [healing player] Hold still. Hold still! You're fine. You're fine. Okay, go! [squadmate down] Man down! I need cover, now! [out of med kits] I'm dry on med kits! Nobody get shot for a minute! [player ignores warning] I said stay behind cover, not go for a stroll! [revive success] Welcome back. Don't make that a habit. I only have so many of those left. [low health warning] You're bleeding everywhere. Come to me, right now! I can't patch you from over here!

[A lighthouse on the island of Saltgrave. The lamp is dark. ABEL MOREAU, the keeper, sits by a cold stove] [first meeting] You came by the night boat. Nobody comes by the night boat anymore. Sit, if you like. The chair's dry. Mostly. [quest offer] The lamp went out three nights ago. I need someone to climb the stairs and light it again. One hundred and twelve steps. I used to count them going up. Now I count them going down, to make sure I get to the bottom. The oil's in the store room. The matches are in my coat. Don't open the door at the top until you've lit the lantern. And if you hear knocking, don't answer it. [player asks why] Because there's nothing out there to knock. We're on the top of a tower, friend. Over the sea. [quest active, check-in] Still dark. The ships can't see us. Neither can the things below them. [player returns, quest complete] There. You see the light? You did that. [beat] Did you hear it? The knocking? [he nods slowly] Then it knows your name now too. Don't worry. It only comes when the lamp goes out. [goodbye] Go careful on the boat back. And whatever you do, don't let the lamp go out.

I've roped cattle. I've broke horses. I've slept on open ground in a hailstorm. Nothin' prepared me for downward dog. My granddaughter signed me up. Said it'd loosen me up. She was right. Don't tell her. Now I do it every mornin' on my Dustrider mat. Thick enough for old knees. Grippy enough I don't slide off it like a greased pig. Dustrider Yoga Mats. Saddle up. Then lie down.

I am Bjorn of Longship Movers! For too long, the movers of this land have treated your belongings like plunder! Not we! We carry your grandmother's china like the treasure of kings! We wrap your sofa in blankets thick as a winter pelt! We lift! We haul! We do not pillage! Local and long distance. Free quotes. Very strong men and women. Longship Movers! We conquer only the stairs!