We all start somewhere. When I started out as a translator, I did a lot of projects for Subs, Hamburg, but then they began relying on in-house and local talent, my prices slowly went up as I gained experience, and, finally, all those I knew at the firm moved on to new stages in life such as other jobs or children. Nowadays, in general, I don't work all that often as a subcontractor anymore, as most of my clients contact me directly, but Subs did help get my initial experience, for which I am forever grateful.
Among the many projects I did for them way back then was to translate a treatment to this low budget and high-gore splatter film directed by one of Germany's premier purveyors of cheap, socially unredeeming cinematic gore and guts and breasts, Andreas Schnaas. My taste in films is rather broad, but I do admit to being a fan of cinematic flotsam and guilty pleasures. Thus, I rather enjoyed the job — and, later, when I finally watched it, the entertainingly trashy gore flick that is Nikos the Impaler.
Trailer to Nikos the Impaler