Isaiah (Host - likely Wendigoon)
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1,018 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Aug 2026
last heard 2 Aug
Isaiah (Host - likely Wendigoon)’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Appearances
My lips part and I feel a pair of small, insectile legs scrape against the inside of my cheek.
I'm in too much pain to care.
Slowly, hesitantly, I rise up on my hands and knees, not strong enough to stand.
I see something that wasn't there before.
A multicolored door with a sagging wooden wall at the other end of the room.
I get closer and catch my breath as I begin to pick out details.
A large, colorful mural is painted on it.
Locusts standing on pale, flesh-colored orbs, antennae raised to two golden suns, one balanced on the other.
Crudely painted figures in yellow, frozen in a dance below the two locusts, holding sticks with bells on the end.
There's more, but the entire lower half of the door is rotted away, disintegrated into nothing, and it's through this gaping hole that I can see nothing but darkness and dust motes floating through the air.
I should be choking on dust, but I'm not.
I can feel an intense, subtle vibration in my body, in my stomach and under my tongue.
I slowly crawl up to the hole and through it, passing under the remains of the door.
I crawl through the door, rest in the center of the room.
I look up and see her.
Her splendid, gold-draped silk along all six moving arms.
Her bare chest, wrinkled with age and decay, doesn't move at all.
Her skin is iridescent, countless hard reflective ridges running along her forearms and fingers, poking out in little sawtooth waves.
Her face is obscured by a crude gold mask, one that seems so familiar.
The wide, open-mouthed smile beaten into it greets me, and I stare up at two wide, dried-out eyes that I'm not even sure see me.
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