Blade O'Neill | Professional Voice Actor for Commercial & Audiobooks

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Her head was bent over at a terrible angle, neck horribly askew. She had to turn her whole body to face the door, while her head flopped sideways. She hitched up one shoulder to keep it partly upright, and something about that small gesture was so dreadful that it stopped me in my tracks. She said. Her voice was shallow and breathy, as if she could not draw in much air. Were her lungs felted with fungus, like the hair? Was it simply that her neck was broken? Did it even matter? Madeline. Roderick was still lying on the bed, on his side. I could not tell if he was breathing. Had she killed him? And if she has, was it murder, or simply justice? Shooting...me...won't...do much, she whispered. Her hair was loose and fell over her eyes, white hair on bone-colored skin. When she lifted her hand to push it away, her fingers were violet-black, and a long line ran down the underside of her arms. You see that in dead men sometimes, when the blood has pooled. Whatever the fungus was doing to her, Madeline's heart had stopped beating days ago. She coughed, and her voice gained a little strength. I suppose I wouldn't enjoy it, though. She smiled ruefully at me, and it was her familiar smile, the one I'd known since we were children.

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She felt cold now, cold and empty. She wished she had killed the guard, whatever the cost. Killing him could have filled that empty space, if only for a while. That was how it worked. I walked in a column like that, she said slowly. I know, Pharaoh. I know. But fate has chosen you for saving. Be grateful for it. If you know how. You should have let me kill him. You, clucked the old man in disgust. I do declare you'd kill the whole world if you could. Is there anything but killing in you, Pharaoh? There used to be. She muttered. But they whip it out of you. They whip you until they're sure there's nothing left. He always stood there, with that pitying look on his face. Strange how it didn't make her angry anymore. I'm sorry, Pharaoh. Sorry for you and for them. He stepped back into the road, shaking his head. But it's better than death. She stayed for a moment, watching the dust rising from the distant column. The same, she whispered to herself.

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Yes, I'm alone. I would have thought there to be worse fates than this, but now I know there are none. Man is no island. We need those who love us. We need those who hate us. We need others to tether us to life, to give us a reason to live, to feel. All I have is the darkness. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I laugh during the night, during the day, who knows now. I laugh to pass the time, to exhaust the calories the jackal gives me and make my body shiver into sleep. I weep too. I hum. I whistle. I listen to voices above, coming to me from the endless sea of darkness, and attending them is the maddening clatter of chains and bones vibrating through my prison walls. All so close, yet a thousand kilometers away, as if a whole world existed just beyond the darkness, and I cannot see it, cannot touch it, taste it, feel it, or pierce that veil to belong to the world once again. I am imprisoned in solitude. I hear the voices now, the chains and bones trickling through my prison. Are the voices mine? I laugh at the idea. I curse. I plot. Kill. Slaughter. Gouge. Rip. Burn. I beg. I hallucinate. I bargain.

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Are You Your Own Worst Enemy? Most people say they have goals. Some want more money, others a better job, while some seek more happiness in their relationships. Despite those good intentions and people's best efforts to make choices that will improve their lives, their biggest obstacle remains themselves. They want to get better. They want to take things to the next level. But few people achieve the success and happiness they desire simply because they can't get out of their own way, and they don't understand why. When I was 24, this was exactly my problem. I was a top-performing sales rep and had transitioned into what I thought was a dream job, leading a new field office. I did what I thought I was supposed to do, dive into work and make money. And for a little while, things were going well. I was making very good money. But after working 110 hours a week for a couple of years straight, I burned out and hit rock bottom. By October 2010, I had lost all the money I had put into the company I was trying to build. And although I watched it all happen in real time, I felt powerless to change my behavior.

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From the time Jesus began his public ministry in his hometown of Nazareth, he was enormously controversial. The people from his own community literally tried to kill him immediately after his first public message in the local synagogue. All those in the synagogue, when they heard these things, were filled with wrath and rose up and thrust him out of the city, and they led him to the brow of the hill on which their city was built that they might throw him down over the cliff. Then passing through the midst of them, he went his way. Luke 4 verses 28-30 Ironically, Jesus became tremendously popular among the people of the larger Galilee region. As word of his miracles began to circulate throughout the district, massive hordes of people came out to see him and hear him speak. Luke 5 verse 1 records how the multitude pressed about him to hear the word of God. One day the crowds were so thick and so aggressive that he got into a boat, pushed it offshore far enough to get away from the press of people, and taught the multitudes from there. Not by mere happenstance, the boat Jesus chose belonged to Simon. Jesus would rename him Peter, and he would become the dominant person in Jesus' closest inner circle of disciples. Some might imagine that if Christ had wanted his message to have maximum impact, he would have played off his popularity more effectively. Modern conventional wisdom would suggest that Jesus ought to have done everything possible to exploit his fame, tone down the controversies that arose out of his teaching, and employ whatever strategies he could use to maximize the crowds around him. But he did not do that. In fact, he did precisely the opposite. Instead of taking the populist route and exploiting his fame, he began to emphasize the very things that made his message so controversial.

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I can get you whatever you want, give you that little boost you've been jonesing for. Just gotta do a quick scan on ya, nothing personal, business is. Who is this guy? He's an enforcer!

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Get in the car, Johnny. Go, go, go! He's been shot. Damn. He's bleeding everywhere. Can't this piece of crap go any faster?

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It's been... three days since we've had contact with the expedition team. I'm... concerned, to say the least.

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Andrews! Andrews! Andrews! Stay with me! Stay with me! Andrews!

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There's the haggard smell of blood and cordite in the gunshot wound just to the left of Sarah's, the victim's, sternum. God, no one should have known she was here.

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No. You shall be the one to do something for me, before I consider eating you. Mortal.

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Technology helps you provide terrific service and achieve your goals, at least when it works. Desert IT spots cracks or holes in your IT environment long before they can take root and become deeper problem.

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In a world ruled by tyranny and turmoil, there are those who would fight to take back control of their fate.

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How do you like to drink your whiskey? Neat? With a little water? On the rocks or mixed? Jameson Irish Whiskey satisfies every taste.

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Are you the kind that likes to lend a hand? Wondering how you can contribute and be a part of something larger than yourself? We give you a chance to show you care. Explore more than 200 careers at GoArmy.com

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It's my favorite time of year, where nightmares never end. Whatever you're imagining, you'll find it at Knott's Scary Farm.

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I was born fast. I was born strong. I am Jaguar. Born to perform.

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I can get you whatever you want, give you that little boost you've been jonesing for. Just gotta do a quick scan on ya, nothing personal, business is. Who is this guy? He's an enforcer!

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Get in the car, Johnny. Go, go, go! He's been shot. Damn. He's bleeding everywhere. Can't this piece of crap go any faster?

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It's been... three days since we've had contact with the expedition team. I'm... concerned, to say the least.

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Andrews! Andrews! Andrews! Stay with me! Stay with me! Andrews!

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There's the haggard smell of blood and cordite in the gunshot wound just to the left of Sarah's, the victim's, sternum. God, no one should have known she was here.

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No. You shall be the one to do something for me, before I consider eating you. Mortal.