MVO: As the sun transformed from chrome yellow to a fiery crimson red …a bead of salty sweat slowly trickled down my brow to my arid lips. I could sense my trusty steed’s anticipation.
SFX: HORSE WHINNY
MVO: As the chariot trembled I gripped the reigns ever tauter and gazed at my enemy with a stare that could pierce armour. A repugnant excuse for a human being…
SFX: LAUGHTER
MVO: he was the only thing standing between me and the unguarded Darrowlands.
SFX: SWORD BEING DRAWN
MVO: I drew my faithful sword and tightly gripped its hilt as I awaited the imminent trumpets of battle. He would suffer my utmost fury!
SFX: BATTLE HORN, CAR HORN
MVO: Green, it’s green! Green you idiot!!
SFX: BATTLE DRUMS
MVO: The new Touareg…Wherever thou goes thy journey shalt be epic!