Rupert Grimsby

Rupert Grimsby is the narrator in Voidigo. He speaks any time the player enters a world, usually making reference to specific enemies, bosses, or features unique to the world the player is in.

## Voice Lines

### Antlantis

inescapable...
 The cradle of life itself, all dried-up
Leaving the children to play in its
 Possessed by possessing gold
The same worth as everything
Make-believe is enough
 This home died slowly enough for its inhabitants to adapt
A massive loss... a passive loss
 An ocean evaporating is a death slow enough for no one to mourn
and here we are
 The Imperiant musicians have a short lifespan
often only getting to do one first
 The Shramplings worship muscular warriors from the past
Statues depict a bodymass impossible to obtain
 The Formless cling to gold to stay intact
much like other lifeforms
 Some look all their lives for a gold nugget
Here they are thrown at you and it's certainly not
 The Beach Stray. Clam-like creatures. Simple lives
blowing bubbles, licking the ground.
 The bubble grows, the bubble pops
 A very capable queen. Under your feet
she's not buried
 Shramplings and Imperiants constantly at war
until the Puppeteer took over
She made you their common enemy

### Porko Land

 This place fills you with an acquainted feeling. An urge to look into the sun for too long
You should not, you will hurt yourself
 Blissful bugs thrive here. Everyone looks down on them
squashes them. They will never be as satisfied as a beetle
 A kingdom once ruled this land
They harvested Emeraldons for their mighty magic
 Porkos. Vile creatures, scavengers. No respect for life
no respect for themselves
 The Sporeborn lie in wait
They only emerge if you are the perfect vessel
 Small sheds built by the Porkos can be found scattered throughout this region
'Thinking Sheds' they call them. If a Porko stray from the horde
 Echinos are the apex predators in this domain
indomitable
 Maggot blubber vibrating. Building up
static electricity. You will be shocked
 Aggressive herbs
destructive herds
 The burrowing beetles often find obnoxious
treasures tainting their
 Eggs will be stepped on
Birds will be angry
 Pop off an emerald from its pile of bones
and it will surely find a new home
 Here, skeletal remains are considered free real-estate

### The North

 Knock down a Nordunn
and expect icy axes
 A farming vehicle's final croak is a deafening blast
 Their Prophecy has consumed the Ugglurs very essence
Once hatched
 A sad and lonely pony
Do not be fooled by those big friendly eyes
 The Nordunn Elder
Sufficiently experienced to control the runes
but not wise enough
 Oh Pony... my old friend
 A wise old face
A warm smile draws you closer in such a grim cold
 The Pinecrows beak will penetrate the frozen tundra
A painful task
 The bitter cold is what makes a warm cup of coco so much sweeter
 Songs and stories around cozy campfires
slowly transitioned into chants and rituals
 The Ugglur owls came here to peacefully experience the wild
 The midsummer solstice will last forever
 The Nordunn magic requires three key elements
Fallen warriors
runes of worship
and...
the insufferable
stark
 The Nordunn live here
 Wolves howling
strange birds hovering
and the sound of hooves clacking
 A large twisted creature resides here
Prepare yourself
 The runes tell tales of great bravery. And cooking recipes
Roasted Tomtos?
mhmm
 Distant hoots of terror
The Nordunn rarely venture into the forest
anymore

### The Void

No
 Defeat
 The ground acts as a membrane in keeping you out and her in
keeping you in...
 You feel repelled and attracted to this place
Everything... Nothing
 Opposite forces attract. Squeezing everything between them until
mhm...
 The smell is disgustingly familiar
Amazingly safe
 She welcomes you
 The end again
Dissolving itself
 You are the only one
she does not want to control
 It is all out of balance. The Puppeteer is
trying to control it all
 Here to dance again
You two are having too much fun
 The ground seperates you and the Puppeteer
A thin film, impenetrable
 Hmmm. The other side of it all
Still the very same thing just, flipped
 The void is an impossible concept made possible
by the impossibility of everything forced to contain
 We are all echoes of your complicated relationship
The nervous system of
 You equally repel and attract each other and so we spin
Vibrate. Intertwine and
 If the void was truly nothing then nothing would be everything that exists
Everything and nothing would be the same yet. Opposites
And so it is. And so it spins
And so it vibrates
 Ahhh. The void. Trying to be nothing
becoming a concept. And so it exists
you validate each other

### Start of Run

This time maybe?
 It is reset, yet somehow different
you escaped the loop
 The Puppeteer cannot access your strings
you are the impossible
 This time. It is always this time
this time will always be, however
 Ahhh...
 Monsters...
fifty times your weight
 She is watching you
 Something happened when you came along
everything is under her control
 You move in patterns she cannot predict
your defiance spark her curiosity
your contagious freedom ignites her rage