A classical dance of pizzicato strings and playful horns set the scene as a masked, unknown newcomer frolics around the crackling fire of the ballroom in a way that seems almost sinister to the other guests.. The clock has struck 3AM and the mysterious stranger's challenge will not go unmet but what are the stakes? Cello, french horns, ostinato, shakers and sticks hide depth and danger to come as the drums and synths build.

The harsh, cold tundra is the home of the Obsidian race. Dark, bending synths, spacey pings and plucks lay out a landscape of vast mountain ranges covered in ice. This is a gigantic, loyal, brooding and warring people. Massive braams separate the harsh, viola-sung, forlorn beauty of their homeland and the wrathful pride of this ancient and brutal force of nature.

A solemn hush falls over the group of men dragging the river hoping to find nothing and instead uncovering an unsettling scene that only deepens the mystery. Haunting choir along with disturbing synths highlight this mood-creating cue accented by shaker, strings, taiko and ostinato.

It's a purple dawn in east London as our cue opens with piano and sitar with strings and horns launching and our game is afoot! Dock workers are unloading crates before the morning rush but the chase from the night before is still playing out in a quickening, desperate pace of harp, percussion, strings and woodwinds building a dizzying melody that evokes a mysterious, fun and adventurous tone of cat and mouse playfulness.

Distant booms and clocks ticking signals something sinister. Synth bends and snarling SFX pulse through the fog. Massive percussion makes your pulse race. The intensity never stops, and neither do they.

Hypnotic, future sounds set to a cool groove of drums, synths and looping echos create a mood of chill modern spacey journeys.

She. Is. Vengeance. Sci-fi synth ostinatos, timid legato strings, and solemn cellos sing of brutal loss. But loss is not the end. And her wrath will change the course of history. Proud staccato strings, soul-trembling percussion, and a choir of Arch-angels announce her entry back into the fray. Vengeance is she.

The fires of man came from this cauldron. And its production never ceases. Massive gut-punching percussion follows hallowed bells from on high. Gutteral growls and panned braams scatter the landscape. It only moves faster. And hotter.

The clock is ticking down and if you don't cut the right wire this whole train is going to go up in flames. A supercharged and aggressive driving tempo is enhanced with claps, snaps, choir and sick synths for this ultra cool action cue.

Shimmering synths fly high above a piano bed as beautiful strings ostinatos give way to a high seas adventure with giant percussion and a belting, female vocalisation hook that must be heard to believe.

A pacing, hypnotic cello opens this ticking cue signaling the hour is getting short for our star-crossed lovers. A building, franetic pace quickly establishes that this is going to go down to the wire and they sprint past through the courtyard lit by the full moon. A choir and large drums pace the climax in the nick of time.

Synth and percussion stabs set this ship apart from the rest. Try to not nod your head as the waves crash over the sides, with swells of synths and risers, in a never-ending incursion through the depths.

Low-pulse synths meet a measured clack percussion, as distorted stingers fly by. Then the scene unfolds, as if captured in glimpses. Jungle percussion intensifies. The atmosphere thickens. Is your pulse quickening? Swirling synths and quickened percussion crescendo in an impossible speed burst that leave your senses reeling.

There is danger and treachery on the high seas, it's true. But there is also treasure. This epic tone of fantasy evokes huge, bombastic cannons, crushing waves and a dynamic festival of mysticism and wonder.

The two desperate thieves had little choice to enter these woods but now the growing feeling of eyes on them has turned palpable, even sinister. It's hard to avoid trouble when trouble finds YOU. Cello, drone and ostinato build intensity and slowly but surely our unfortunate victims begin to realize they will never be leaving this forest again. Time ticks as the pace quickens to the ultimate encounter of the true nature of their impending demise