The Voice Over Practice Script Library

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Z: I think that everything must go back to the fact that I had a very anxious childhood. You know, my mother never had any time for me. You know when you're the middle child of a family of five million, you don't get any attention. I mean. How's it possible? I've always had these abandonment issues which plagued me. My father was basically a drone like I said. The guy flew away when I was just a larva and my job..don't get me started on..because it really annoys me. I was not cut out to be a worker, I'll tell you right now. But I don't have any other options. The whole system just makes me feel insignificant.
Counsellor: Excellent. You've made a real break through!
Z:: I have
Consellor: Yes Z. You are insignificant!!
Z: I am.
Counsellor: Yes!! You know, people ask me "Doctor, why are you always happy?" And I tell them it's mind over matter. I don't mind that I don't matter! Do you get it? Do you get it?

Mountains. Heavy are the mountains, but that changes with the passage of time. Sky. Blue sky. What your eyes can't see. What your eyes can see. The sun. One, only one. Water. It is agreeable. Commander Ikari. Flowers. So many the same, so many without purpose. Sky. Sky red. Red the color, the color I hate. The liquid flows. It drips, ripples and pours. Blood. Scent of blood of a woman who does not bleed. From the red soil the humans come. The humans made by man and woman. City. A human creation. EVA. A human creation as well. What are humans? Are they creations of God? Humans are that which is created by humans. This is that which is mine. My life. My heart. I'm a vessel for my thoughts. The entry plug. The throne of the soul. Who is this? This is me.

A copy is just an identical image. There is a possiblity that a virus could destroy an entire set of systems, and copies due not give rise to variety and originality. Life perpetuates itself through diversity, and this includes the ability to sacrifice itself if necessary. Cells repeat the process of regeneration and degeneration until one day they die, obliterating an entire set of memory and information. Only genes remain. Why continually repeat this process? Simply to avoid the weaknesses of an unchanging system.

(Witty) Hi, Mom, How were the undergraduate students today? Were they useful for once, or do you wonder why you went into work today at all?

It still looked a lot like you.

Well to me at least, it seemed like a twin that could act like I could, but not like I could. And yet, it could still remember what I'd forgotten, and can perform and look a way I used to. It's hard to describe.

It seems like you're having a crisis with yourself. You know yourself best.

No, it's more like a paradox of real and fake, and natural and artificial, and so much thought it doesn't make sense.

Todd, you might think all these awards mean something to somebody, but to me they are no more important then this cup of coffee I'm sipping from. [sip]

Let me tell you something, not that you're going to like it. If I strip away all the meaning behind your coffee and these awards, they are just things. If they are ever to receive a value again, it won't be because there were once someone's possesion or accolade. Their value will be determined by the one value everyone understands, and that's cash.

[Sip]

Also, you need to understand we too much pride in too many things just to feel happy. Since this awards are not preparing you for the struggles ahead.

We have been watching you, Renjiro. Always you try to convince yourself that you act for the greater good. To free your beloved nation from its usurpers. Yet deep in your soul, you know you serve a monster. One you helped create.
That time is now ending. The Yakuza clans will soon be no more. But you, Renjiro – you could be invaluable to us. Imagine how many lives could be saved, how much bloodshed spared, by the knowledge you wield!
Join us, and we will offer you safe haven.
Serve Hideaki…….and fall

Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship, Enterprise. It’s five year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before!

I tried... I tried to tell them... But they wouldn't listen to me... Damn them... DAMN THEIR EYES! They didn't believe me... Strange creatures... The world in peril from unseen foes... The death... THE DARKNESS! Instead they jeered and threw me into this forsaken place... A place of empty souls and fevered thoughts... reeking of foetor and decay. Thinking me mad with delirium? [chuckles] The fools cast away their hopes of salvation by locking me in this damned asylum. MAY THE RATS EAT YOUR EYES? I am now lost to your cause! [sobs] The Darkness comes! It will damn us all!

Notes: "The Darkness Comes" is one of my favorite scripts in the library. But I started thinking... what had just happened before the protagonist in the story was thrown into the dungeon, or hole, or wherever he has been left? Without writing a lengthy introduction, I thought I'd hint at that, with a prequel that is written to perfectly merge with the ORIGINAL "The Darkness Comes" script - Enjoy!

- Muddyshoes

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You don't understand! Why do you not believe me, when the signs of evil are all about you! Look at me... LOOK AT ME!! I am the only one who can save you... the only one who...who KNOWS how these creatures think...who KNOWS their weakness....

Why do you laugh as if I were a madman? Wait a second...WAIT, WAIT ... where are you taking me?... WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? Don't you see they are coming? Just answer me.. DO YOU NOT SEE THE SIGNS?

When the last of the day's light has disappeared from the horizon...you will see...Yes..yes, you WILL SEE! ... And by then.. it will be too late.. No.. NO... NOOOOOO!

And even though my heart has been subscribed to another as if a cheap magazine of a New Yorker's stand, I stand by you. My stance, firmly laid upon the thick grass near you. A heart of silver, you have- we shan't afford gold. Caramel candies look upon your eyes for inspiration to a being. Although odds seems to be against us, I know a way out. Death. Death, our frozen landscape to escape the treachery, the hardship, the benevolent forces that have miraculously accumulated before us as a foe. Allow my breath of ice to drag you down to the depths of hell and back... with me.. for eternity.

Hi, Mom. How was work today? Were the students useful for once or did you wonder why you went to work today at all?