well I won't be a voice actor I can tell you that
you can feel the eternal tiredness of midnight in my voice
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This was an extra credit project for AP Literature that I've been working at for three weeks, at least a couple hours each night (even if just searching for audio). Please give me 100 points Chisnell, I beg of you, it's 1:30am, pl ease
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Frames: 555 (710 after editing)
Frame-rate: 10 FPS
TVPaint Animation 10 Pro
Sony VEGAS Pro 14
AUDIO:
I used various pieces of audio from the depths of YouTube, but in my hurry to get this done, I didn't save their sources. If you have concerns about any of the audio included (as in, it's yours and you would like credit), please inform me and I will add it here with all necessary links.
I will not be profiting off of this video.
Yes, that's my voice, and I hate it, but I pushed through that hate to make this
Some stuff in the video got messed up but it's minor so whatevs
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"My Deer" (written by me)
My deer, you are the heaven’s gift, a light;
Your skin is peachy soft and true divine,
An ombré caramel that’s sweet and bright;
I would transgress to stroke something so fine.
My doe, your shining eyes, they snare me oft’;
They lure me in your bosom’s warm embrace.
You prey, you trust the clouds from which you loft
To guide your spring away; you flee with grace.
But wolves and beasts care not for pretty things:
Through flesh and beauty carve their vulgar claws;
And when the hunters hear those dinner rings,
Purloin your grace to fill their greedy maws.
Your ruby pulp, it molds after your maul--
My deer, you are not beautiful at all.
