De l'or, merci.

The sound of excitement filled the room as the players geared up for their epic showdown in the game "Marvel vs Capcom 2: New Age of Heroes." The familiar voice shouted, "Oh yeah.... HELL YEAH!" as the battle commenced. The clash of metal and magic reverberated through the speakers, creating an immersive experience for all those involved. Each combo and special move was met with cheers and jeers, making the room come alive with energy. In another realm, GLaDOS's cold and calculating voice echoed through the chambers of Aperture Science. "Chell, I want you not to die," she intoned, her words dripping with sinister intent. The subtle hum of machinery filled the air, a constant reminder of the tests and challenges that awaited the protagonist. As Chell navigated the treacherous puzzles, the tension in the room grew, the sound of her footsteps echoing all around. Amidst the chaos and conflict, a new sound emerged - the cry of a newborn baby. "Someone is born," whispered a voice, signaling the arrival of a new life into the world. The gentle coos and cries of the infant pierced through the noise of battle and competition, a reminder of the cycle of life and the passing of time. As the new generation entered the Age of Empires, hope and potential filled the air, bringing a sense of renewal and possibility. "I'm an agent of chaos," declared a mischievous voice, reveling in the havoc and disorder they caused. The sound of laughter and mayhem followed in their wake, a symphony of mischief that left chaos in its path. The unpredictable nature of their actions kept their enemies on their toes, never knowing what trick or trap lay in wait. As they continued to sow discord, the world around them bristled with energy and uncertainty. In a different setting, a commanding voice barked out orders in a language unfamiliar to many. "Pošli skina s ohnutou tyčkou," they demanded, a phrase shrouded in mystery and intrigue. The sound of footsteps echoed in response, carrying out the cryptic command with precision and purpose. The tension in the air was palpable, as the true meaning of the cryptic message remained elusive to all but a select few. "I'm 26 years of age, and I'm OLD," a weary voice sighed, the weight of time evident in their words. The sound of a tired sigh followed, laden with the burden of years gone by. As they reflected on the passage of time and the changes it had wrought, a sense of nostalgia mingled with resignation in their voice. The sound of age and experience colored their every word, a reminder of the inevitability of growing older. A sudden burst of whimsy cut through the somber mood with a cheerful cry of "Wololo :D!" The infectious joy in the voice was impossible to resist, bringing a smile to all who heard it. The sound of laughter and camaraderie filled the room, lifting spirits and fostering camaraderie among friends and allies. As the lighthearted banter continued, the air was filled with a sense of joy and playfulness, creating a welcome respite from the challenges of the world. A plea rang out in the midst of battle, "I need a Monk!" The urgency in the voice was palpable, as the request for aid echoed through the chaos of combat. The sound of clashing swords and shields underscored the dire situation, as the need for healing and support became increasingly evident. The call for assistance reverberated through the battlefield, a reminder of the importance of teamwork and cooperation in the Age of Empires. The blare of a horn cut through the noise of battle, signaling a decisive moment in the conflict. The sound of the horn reverberated through the air, commanding attention and instilling a sense of urgency in all who heard it. As the forces rallied to the call, a wave of determination swept through their ranks, setting the stage for a pivotal moment in the ongoing struggle for dominance. In the quiet aftermath of the battle, a lone voice whispered, "Sigh of the ages." The weariness in their words spoke volumes, carrying the weight of countless struggles and triumphs. The sound of a deep exhale filled the air, a release of tension and emotion that marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. As they gazed out at the world before them, the sigh of the ages stood as a testament to the endurance and resilience of the human spirit. In the shadows, a sinister figure lurked, their presence heralded by the menacing roar of infected agents. The sound of their approach sent a shiver down the spine of all who heard it, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked in the darkness. As they closed in on their unsuspecting prey, the sound of their growls and snarls filled the air, a haunting symphony of fear and dread. From the depths of the battlefield, a grateful voice spoke, "De l'or, merci." The sound of gratitude echoed through the air, a heartfelt expression of thanks for a hard-won victory. The clink of gold and riches filled the room, a tangible reminder of the spoils of war and the rewards of perseverance. As the victors celebrated their triumph, the sound of their voices carried on the wind, a testament to the valor and sacrifice that had brought them to this moment. As the dust settled, a mournful cry pierced the silence, "Villager killed." The sound of mourning and loss filled the air, a somber reminder of the toll that war exacted on all who participated. The echoes of their grief reverberated through the battlefield, a poignant reminder of the cost of conflict and the price of victory. As they mourned their fallen comrade, the survivors vowed to carry on, their determination unwavering in the face of adversity. You can play and download these sounds here: [Link to download site].