Sentences with phrase «screeching sound when»

But i get a very bad screeching sound when i push the brake.

I make driving and tire screeching sounds when I walk.

Not exact matches

For instance, when a lion roars or an eagle screeches, it sounds hostile to naive human listeners.

It's also a joy to listen to the deep - throated exhaust notes of the world's foremost supercars, the tiny, authentic cockpit noises that arise when pushing them to the limit, and the panic - inducing sound of your tires screeching because you're braking too hard, too late into a turn.

I'll admit, when I'm in the middle of taking down a Major Biomechanoid and a flock of Scythian Witch - Harpies simultaneously, the sound of mind - numbing screeching inching ever closer from headless suicide bombers never fails to send me running in the opposite direction for dear life, and more then once I had to pause the game and catch my breath after an insanely intense battle.

(I take it that you mean the screeching sound is when you drive the vehicle.)

Sometimes too when I make right turns, I hear a screeching sound.

Eerie music, with sounds of screeching violins among other sounds really sets the mood when walking up or down stairs or even whilst traveling through a confined cave in the dark, sure even with night vision a cave isn't a safe place to be if something was to confront you.

Sound effects include the countdown to the race start, each vehicle's engine being driven accordingly to maximum acceleration, cars engaging their boosters particularly during the straights to increase acceleration further, screeching tyres when boosting through a corner, alongside ambience specific to certain tracks such as a splash upon driving into water on Shipwreck Island and more besides; complimented by arcade racing music.

It's hard to say a game has bad sound when the movie company, 20th Century Fox, gave the team the actual sound files of pulse rifles firing, aliens screeches, and predator visors to use in the game.

Everything works together to establish this very cohesive universe, from the sound items make when they are in range of your heads up display to the guttural screech and groan of the necromorphs to the bleeps and blips of the world's various interfaces.

Sound effects include grunting engines during acceleration, increased acceleration when turbo boosting or being in the zone, screeching tyres when drifting through corners, crashing, side bashing into other cars, weapons being fired resulting in explosions after hitting opponents» cars and when opponents hit your car, alongside rock riff laden music that accentuates the feeling of racing and being victorious.

When most people think of car accidents, they usually think of collisions involving two vehicles, with the sounds of screeching tires and the impact of crunching metal and glass.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.

That awful screeching sound my ironing board makes when it opens drives me crazy.