Author Archives: tFg

Learning FMOD Studio through Unity

Here’s a clip of a project I’ve been working on to cut my teeth on implementing and scripting sound elements with FMOD Studio. I’ve taken the Roll-A-Ball tutorial from Unity as a starting point, tweaked the scoring system and added bumpers.

Things I’d like to add/improve:

  • Dynamic music
  • Wall collision sounds
  • Velocity-dependent ball rolling sounds
  • Velocity-dependent pickup sounds
  • Respawning/randomized cube pickups
    • The cube hums were synthesized in Alchemy and I recorded the bumper sounds from a lamp.

The cheap-ass foley stage experiment

One of the sound clips I’m working on has footsteps on boardwalk and ladders. There aren’t any good environments to record nearby, so I’ve taken it upon myself to build a temporary foley stage in my living room using some leftover wood from my college dorm-room loft and a sheet of scrap plywood.

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I’ve been able to get different sounds by changing the configuration (plywood above or below the boards, etc.).

Key deer sightings!

In the twenty odd years I’ve lived in the Florida Keys, I had never spotted a key deer in person, even after going on a hiking expedition with my girlfriend to two different nature preserves on Big Pine Key. On my way back from Key West the other day, I finally saw one by the side of the highway. I thought it was a stray dog at first, or maybe even some sort of inflatable mock-up. I pulled over and took a few pictures:

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More microfiction

Souvenirs
Drive your car into an empty field, away from the city. Move the body from the trunk to the front seat and put your nose studs and earrings into the flesh of the corpse. With a little luck and a gallon of unleaded, it might fool the investigators for a while. They haven’t found the others yet but you shouldn’t feel cozy. Cut your hair and hop the first bus to the next town. Be forgettable, vulnerable, another face in the crowd. You will know what to do when the time is right again. No souvenirs. Stick to the plan.

GPS
No more directions, only laughter from the GPS as Abe’s car sank into the lake, sounding like an echo of his late ex-wife.

Easter
They hid the brightly colored eggs before any of the children awoke. The Easter wasps flew back to their nest and waited.