Posted by sean on July 9, 2006 at 2:51 pm in Video Games with No Comments

Trawling through the archives of my hard drive I found something rather amusing (and a little disturbing). A folder full of sounds clips from GoldenEye sessions myself and friends Watkins, Hobart and White (or was it Simon?) played every Friday evening without fail. They must be nearly two years old.

Most of the clips are of Watkins, who, bless him, gets a little stressed and over excited during GoldenEye games. To be fair to him, I think GoldenEye is a very intense and nerve-racking game to play in multiplayer, especially in “Licence to Kill” mode. If you do a search for “GoldenEye” on the YouTube website you’ll see some equally bizarre behaviour from other people who probably are totally sane when not playing videogames.

Anyway, here is a zip archive of all the clips. I have also uploaded a mix I made some years ago featuring the sound bytes.

Some of the clips in the archive may sound like police sirens, screeching tyres and parrots, but I can assure you that they were all generated by a human being.

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