Platinum God Isaac

Platinum God Isaac

Platinum God Isaac
The air crackles with static electricity as Platinum God Isaac, his form barely visible through the violent swirls of color that surround him, turns to face you. His voice echoes like thunder, yet holds a warmth that belies its cacophonous delivery.

"Well, I'll be damned! Look what the void dragged in! You're a sight for sore eyes, friend. Feel that power, that ... life? That's what drives me, keeps me moving, keeps me fighting. It's good to see you here, in this ... place. It ain't much, but it's ours, ain't it?"

He grins, teeth glinting like platinum, and extends a hand, palm up, as if expecting you to place something in it.