. "Light Bladed Weapon Stat Pool Used for Effort: Intellect 2 Cold Damage Bonus Damage Per Level of Effort:2 (Max 4) Weapon Range: Immediate (2m)"@en . . "First Appearance:"@en . "__NOEDITSECTION__ File:Nav bar left.png Whispers File:Nav bar right.png File:Item Card.png Whispers File:Whispers.jpg File:Item Border Silver.png File:Common Gem.png File:Battle Icon 2.png 0 File:Trade Icon 2.png 0 File:Intrigue Icon 2.png 1 Common +3% to Spy when attacking or defending"@en . "Whispers was a nephew of Mumbles. He was a law-abiding citizen, with a successful career as an announcer for golf games. His soft-spoken nature made him well-suited to this work."@en . . . . "The Whispers are voices heard in the jungle. The Whispers are the voices of people who have died, but remained bound to the Island, unable to move on. Michael Dawson becomes one of the Whisperer and appears to Hurley, explaining that he is bound to the Island, unable to move on after murdering Libby and Ana-Lucia. (Everybody Loves Hugo)"@en . . . "The people of Whisper have what is called a \"Mouth-Ass\", which is used as their primary method of communication. The people of Whisper also have Blue Jumpsuits with brown flip-flops as their latest fashion. Once upon a time, however, they wore big colorful rings with shirts that said \"Rock\" on them. File:Stub.png This nation page contains only basic information. Please improve it by adding information such as history or other role-play details."@en . . "Christian Shephard shows Sun and Frank the DHARMA photo."@en . "Kisme Quick, Cousin"@en . "Whispers were creatures mentioned by Castiel. Having similarities to both werewolves and vampires, they were given the nickname were-pires by Dean Winchester."@en . . "Whispers-Sawyer1.jpg"@en . . "Whispers is a Strategy game for the Nintendo DS being made by Lemmykoopa24 (t\u2223b\u2223c). It stars an orange-haired, blue-skinned alien named Pik as he forms a resistance against an evil empire lead by the Corrupted Soul."@en . . . "DCComics.com"@en . "Janina Gavankar as Sgt. Dusty Mehra"@en . "I\u2019m posting this tonight in the hope that it will clear up the misunderstandings surrounding the disappearance of Debra Lindsay Caine, at the risk of my personal ridicule. Sticks and stones and all that. None of it will matter after tonight. Consider this my one pathetic attempt at an apology, if nothing else. It\u2019s sort of my fault what happened. Until the city workers found the tape. \n* [Silence for eight seconds. A sigh.] \u201CI feel silly going through with this. On the plus side I\u2019ll get to pay my rent for the next month.\u201D \n* \n* \u201CTripped. Ow\u2026It\u2019s pitch black in here. Where\u2019s my damn\u2014?\u201D \n* \n* \u201CGotcha!\u201D"@en . "Custom22.png"@en . . . . . "false"@en . "Michael explains the nature of the Whispers."@en . . . 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DuBois; Yorktown, USS; Yosemite, USS; zend kristal; Zimmerman, H.."@nl . . "DS9"@en . "While on his way to the Parada system, O'Brien records a log trying to make sense of the strange actions of the Deep Space 9 crew that he has noticed over the past several days."@en . . "214"^^ . . "?"@en . "I\u2019m posting this tonight in the hope that it will clear up the misunderstandings surrounding the disappearance of Debra Lindsay Caine, at the risk of my personal ridicule. Sticks and stones and all that. None of it will matter after tonight. Consider this my one pathetic attempt at an apology, if nothing else. It\u2019s sort of my fault what happened. Even in her heyday, internet blogger Sugarcaine was just another web comedian. She was funnier than average and certainly skilled with a pen, but otherwise no more remarkable than the rest. For years the circumstances surrounding her disappearance were only occasionally mentioned, and only in the most obscure threads on a couple of forums. She would\u2019ve been forgotten forever if those city workers hadn\u2019t found the tape recorder last Monday. Sugarcaine\u2019s true identity was a boyishly cute redhead named Debra Lindsay Caine. Her sister Payton described her as, \u201C\u2026a bag fulla fists, nails, and opinions just looking for an excuse to burst open on somebody, nourished by beer and spite since our Papa died in \u201991.\u201D Debra unintentionally began her career as a humor blogger when she let her friends talk her into setting up a MySpace account. She thought blogs were self-absorbed, whiny, and without substance, and thus used her MySpace page to parody the asinine ramblings of her peers. After a while she graduated to belittling popular culture and occasionally reviewing books, comics, movies, and whatever hate mail she received from her growing reader base. She quickly realized people enjoyed her writing, and by mid-2005 she\u2019d ditched her MySpace account and set up her own humor site, Sugarcaine Junction. Despite Debra\u2019s more-than-decent writing the site was mediocre at best. Most \u2018net junkies likely never knew she existed, much less that she\u2019d vanished and possibly been murdered. Until the city workers found the tape. Sugarcaine Junction never failed to celebrate whatever holidays and festivals came its way, and its seasonal articles were usually the most eagerly anticipated. Debra composed surprisingly witty drinking songs for her Oktoberfest review, and a touching poem for Father\u2019s Day that she refused to talk about afterward. For her 2005 Christmas rant she wrote a series of parodied Bible passages that broke her weekly hate mail record overnight. Back then I was known as DeadAtFifty and counted among Sugarcaine\u2019s regular readers. During the first week of October 2006 I suggested that she spend the night in the Daley family\u2019s haunted house and write about the experience for her Halloween article. She announced to her readers that I was a child and a moron. I added a one-thousand-dollar prize to the mix. She eagerly accepted. On the last week of October Debra announced she would make the hour-long drive to the Daley house for a \u201Cspooky sleepover\u201D. She embarked on the evening of the 29th, encouraging her readers to \u201CStay tuned for the details of my thousand-dollar journey through the haunted Daley house!\u201D I had every intention of awarding her the money, and I never would\u2019ve mentioned the Daleys if I had known what would happen. Debra always researched her subject before or after her \u201Cjourneys\u201D (as she called any experience she blogged about \u2014 \u201CStay tuned for the dirt on my journey through the latest Scorsese flick\u201D), if only to make her praise/mockery of it all the more complete. In her apartment the police found stacks of newspaper clippings about the Daley family as far back as 1960: praise for Kevin Daley and the lives he saved as a firefighter; his marriage to sweetheart Naomi Welch in 1970; the birth of their son, Jeff in 1971; Jeff\u2019s growing fame as an abstract artist at only twelve months of age; the rumors that Naomi deliberately dropped her son down the stairs and caused his borderline autism; and of course, the fruitless search for the bodies when the family vanished in 1982. The bulk of the articles were testimonies from neighbors and friends about the last they saw of the Daleys. Jeff\u2019s performance at school dwindled, but the work he produced in art class was as detailed as ever, depicting macabre realms of twisted abstract shapes and looming shadows \u2014 imagery he hadn\u2019t produced since he was a toddler. He claimed that the \u201Cwhisperers\u201D made him draw these things. His only explanation for a \u201Cwhisperer\u201D was, \u201Cthey follow me around my house \u2014 I can\u2019t see them, but I know they\u2019re there.\u201D I don\u2019t think Jeff Daley was dreaming: I think his subconscious was a doorway to other worlds, and maybe his mother knew it and tried to kill him. If that\u2019s the case, I wish she\u2019d been just a little more persistent. Kevin\u2019s coworkers described him as \u201Cnervous, constantly on edge, like he was being followed by a lunatic and couldn\u2019t shake him.\u201D Naomi, normally known to greet her tavern\u2019s patrons with bright smiles and warm hellos, seemed to have crawled into a shell and refused to come out. She took frequent bathroom breaks, only to curl up inside a toilet cubicle and cry with her hands over her ears. And then one day Jeff never showed at school, and his parents never showed at work. They\u2019d vanished into thin air; and according to their neighbors, they didn\u2019t go quietly. Other articles described strange but seemingly unremarkable sights and sounds on the abandoned Daley property from 1989 to 2004. A few of those articles were so strange they were considered hoaxes or gross exaggerations. A neighbor\u2019s dog ran barking under the Daley porch. When it returned it spent the next two days whining and cowering and howling miserably for no reason. One morning the owners woke up and found the dog missing. It was never seen again. A young couple claimed a silhouette in the shadows of the front yard whispered something at them as they walked past the house late one night. They couldn\u2019t tell if there was someone there or not, and when they continued their walk the shape stalked them for several blocks before vanishing altogether. Several mailmen gave identical accounts of hearing movement and gibbering voices inside the house while on their routes. One assumed it was the local pranksters and alerted the police. They never found anyone inside. Earlier this week the city workers were preparing the house for demolition when they discovered the recorder under an old desk. Remembering the house\u2019s history of missing persons, they turned it over to the police. The officer who received it \u2014 a friend of mine whose name will go unmentioned \u2014 had at one time been a Sugarcaine fan. I spent an entire evening listening to the tape at his place. To help spread this story around the web I\u2019ve prepared a transcript of the recording for my own site, which you can read below. \n* [Tape begins with fifteen seconds of silence. Broken by husky female voice.] \u201CDon\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever been to this side of town before. Had to stop at a diner and get directions \u2018cos I managed to get my stupid ass lost. Supposed to be an hour long drive, but it\u2019ll be close to midnight by the time I find this dump. \u201COh, I told the lady I was coming to visit an old friend who lived in the Daleys\u2019 neighborhood and she was happy to help me find my way. Imagine I won\u2019t be well received if I go around telling everybody I\u2019m spending my weekend breaking into other people\u2019s houses. Even if the Daleys are too dead to give a shit.\u201D [Silence for eight seconds. A sigh.] \u201CI feel silly going through with this. On the plus side I\u2019ll get to pay my rent for the next month.\u201D \n* \u201CIt is now\u2026eleven p.m. on the dot. Took me forever to find the stupid house. Kept turning down the wrong streets. Hard to miss it once you find the right one. The front yard is a jungle of wiry vines and three-foot grass infested with species of insects never before seen by man. You can\u2019t even see the front door from the street this late at night \u2018cos the shadows gulped it up. \u201CParked two blocks away and walked. Gonna find a window to climb through. Hopefully won\u2019t need to pick the back door \u2018cos that\u2019ll take forever. More as it develops.\u201D \n* [Hollow footsteps on old wooden boards. A series of distorted thuds as the recorder rattles violently. Silence for sixteen seconds.] \u201CTripped. Ow\u2026It\u2019s pitch black in here. Where\u2019s my damn\u2014?\u201D [Quiet shuffling for the next minute, and more footsteps. Debra releases an exhausted breath. Tape rattles slightly.] \u201COkay, I\u2019m in. My camp is set up in the\u2026I guess this was the office. There\u2019s a dusty old desk next to the window I just climbed through and a bookcase to the right of the door. Both are bare. I\u2019m about to take my tour of the house. Camera ready, although this place isn\u2019t much to look at. Keeping the flash off, so the pics might need to be tweaked when I get back. I ought to keep the flashlight off and just let my eyes adjust, but\u2026yeah, I\u2019m not gonna do that.\u201D [Two minutes of silence apart from footsteps and the occasional electronic shutter sound of a digital camera taking pictures. A cough.] \u201CThe house is a really roomy two-story deal. Oh, there you are, you elusive stairs\u2026The carpet\u2019s been all torn up except for one corner of the living room, so the floor\u2019s all crusty wooden boards.\u201D [Footsteps. Loud, human-like shriek of pain from the rusty hinges of a door. Debra lets out a startled gasp, curses.] \u201C\u2026a moldy bathroom untouched since nineteen eighty-two\u2026\u201D [Several coughs as the camera clicks. More squeaking hinges, significantly quieter. More camera clicks.] \u201CUgh, goddamn wolf spiders everywhere!\u201D [Seven minutes pass with footsteps, camera clicks, and Debra\u2019s coughs the only sounds; halfway through, hollow thunks of boots on wooden stairs, and footsteps change to loud, unhealthy creaks. Now and then Debra makes various comments on the house\u2019s layout.] \u201C[unintelligible muttering] \u2014dust in this place is murdering me. Second floor is rickety as hell. Here\u2019s hoping the building doesn\u2019t collapse on me in the night.\u201D [Hollow thunks again as she returns to the first floor. At the ten minute mark, dead silence for approximately twenty seconds. Debra exhales.] \u201CI think that\u2019s it for the tour. I\u2019m off to sleep with the spiders.\u201D [Silence for two minutes. Debra whispers to herself inquisitively. Wooden clunking.] \u201CFound a loose board in the office floor. \u2018Previously-pried-up\u2019 loose. I\u2019ll have to check that out tomorrow morning.\u201D [Clomp of steel-toe boots carelessly tossed onto wooden floor. Rustling of thick cloth. Coughing.] \u201CAh, god, I can\u2019t breathe in this place\u2026Awright, time for bed. We\u2019ll finish up our notes tomorrow. G\u2019night!\u201D \n* [Recorder rattles. Debra begins to say something, only gets the first syllable before going quiet again. Silence for another minute.] \u201CThere\u2019s something in here\u2026\u201D [Pit-pat of bare feet. Silence. Door creaks shut. Rustling.] \u201CFuckin\u2019 rats. I knew it. I hear \u2018em scuttling in the living room walls. I shoulda brought a cot.\u201D \n* [Exasperated sigh.] \u201COkay, well, I won\u2019t be sleeping tonight after all, so I\u2019m pryin\u2019 that board up to pass the time. More as it develops.\u201D [Recorder rattles as it is set aside. For the next five minutes there\u2019s nothing but fingernails and something metallic \u2014 possibly a Swiss army knife \u2014 scratching into wood, and occasionally a clunk. A gasp, and the clatter of a small object. Debra\u2019s bare footsteps move out of range. Another minute of silence. Debra says something too far away to make out and seems to wait for a response. She repeats herself, louder.] \u201CWho\u2019s there?\u201D [Nothing for a minute and a half. Creak of the office door closing. Pit-pat of bare feet returns. The tape rattles.] \u201CI\u2019m losing my mind. I could swear I heard\u2014\u201D [Silence. The scratching and clunking returns, and moments later there\u2019s a wooden clatter like a board being tossed aside.] \u201CGotcha!\u201D [Paper rustling.] \u201CUm\u2026\u201D [More paper rustling. Silence.] \u201CUm, there\u2019s\u2026drawings. Wadded drawings stuffed into this little space beneath the loose board. I think they\u2019re Jeff Daley\u2019s pictures. When he was five he used to draw his bad dreams to\u2026No, these can\u2019t be real. The detail is\u2014?\u201D [Crumpling: wadded paper being unraveled and then flattened out. Debra speaks quietly, almost inaudibly, as if reading something aloud to herself.] \u201CDon\u2019t listen. It\u2019s not Daddy. It\u2019s not Daddy. It\u2019s not\u2026\u201D [Silence. A deep, trembling breath.] \u201COkay, um\u2026Okay, this isn\u2019t funny anymore.\u201D [A distant sound, possibly out in the hall, and a shrill gasp. Two minutes and forty seconds of silence.] \u201C[incoherent mumbling] \u2013not funny.\u201D [The sound again, within five feet of the recorder: a human voice speaking almost above a whisper. It says a single word difficult to make out, but sounds like Debra\u2019s name. The recorder rattles violently as it hits the floor.] \u201CIt\u2019s not funny! Stop it!\u201D [Silence. Pit-pat of bare feet leaving the room. Three minutes pass with no sounds except a periodic thump deep within the house and Debra shouting angrily. The footsteps return. Heavy slam of the office door. Quiet sobbing within three feet of the recorder, and nothing else for another minute.] \u201C[speaking too quietly to register on the recorder: her throat has tightened up]\u201D [The sobbing stops abruptly as Debra holds her breath. The voice speaks again as quietly as before, from inside the room. Feet scrambling across the floor. The office window shrieks as it is torn open. The rest of the tape is silence.] \n* Debra posted an update the same night. There was no trace of her usual snide narrative, and she exchanged punchy one-liners for razor-edged curses. She wanted someone (me) to apologize to her for what she believed to be a perverse Halloween prank. She\u2019d managed to keep one of the drawings she found under the loose floorboard and included a hi-res scan in her rant, condemning it as an obvious attempt by a barely capable adult artist to reproduce the work of an eight-year-old retard. Drawn entirely in black crayon, it resembled a caricature of someone\u2019s living room as done by Salvador Dali. At the center stood a dark shape with a grayish head misshapen like in a funhouse mirror, making it impossible to tell if it was supposed to be human or not. The thing stared right at the viewer over its shoulder with two empty black holes for eyes. Three more of the things stood beyond it, also staring at the viewer \u2014 it was as if the act of drawing the scene had grabbed their attention. Although their faces were amorphous mushes of white and gray, the three in the background seemed to be smiling. And it really did suggest a level of artistic finesse beyond that of an eight-year-old boy, but the style matched Jeff Daley\u2019s other drawings. Debra and I both got our share of hate mail after that blog. Half her readers thought I was an asshole for setting her up for such a nasty trick. The other half thought Debra was pulling a hammed-up Halloween prank of her own, and when her next two updates erratically described how the sounds in the Daley house had followed her home, everyone became all the more certain of this. They still believed it was a joke when she failed to make a single update for two weeks afterward. On November 4th in the middle of the afternoon, Debra had called her sister, Payton. She was blubbering so much Payton couldn\u2019t understand a word she said at first. \u201CShe let loose with the heartbroke drunk routine. Said she was sorry for missing my wedding, sorry for always being a spiteful bitch when we were growing up, sorry for kicking our dog when she was twelve \u2014 apologizing for all kinds of silly stuff like a desperate sinner at confession. \u201CShe stopped to catch her breath, and I heard somebody else in the room with her talking quiet like they didn\u2019t want me to hear. I asked if she wanted me to come over. She started sobbing again and said, \u2018I hear Daddy, but it isn\u2019t Daddy.\u2019 Then she hung up and I called the police. They didn\u2019t find anybody when they got there. I was talking to her only minutes before.\u201D Most folks still think Debra\u2019s abduction by the whispering stalkers of Jeff Daley\u2019s nightmares is a hoax orchestrated by Debra or by some other sick individual. The tape has been \u201Cproven\u201D a fake by one ignorant skeptic after another, and it won\u2019t be long before Sugarcaine Junction fades into obscurity once again. I hope to prevent this, not because I feel pity for Debra Lindsay Caine, though I really do pity her; but because I hope to prevent others from vanishing like she vanished, and like the city workers who found the tape vanished, and like my friend vanished. They mark their territory \u2014 like they marked the Daley house and the tape \u2014 and they can smell anything that comes in contact with it. Once they smell you, they hunt you like bloodhounds until they\u2019ve marked you, too. They call to you softly like they\u2019re afraid to talk too loud \u2014 sometimes two rooms away, sometimes right next to you. They imitate people you\u2019re closest to. Maybe they think it\u2019s funny. But you can\u2019t listen to them. You have to shut them out, otherwise you\u2019ll be too scared to open your eyes or move a muscle. You won\u2019t have the chance to kill yourself before they drag you to whatever unholy hell Debra Lindsay Caine was taken to. I have to go take a bath with my toaster now. Mother has been calling to me for the last hour, even though she\u2019s been dead for five years."@en . "2008-10-11"^^ . "left"@en . "Stealth"@en . "USS Yorktown (NCC-61137) (menc.)"@es . "Mangles, Brother or Cousin"@en . . . "6"^^ . . . "Cover art"@en . . "2015-10-22"^^ . . . "Whispers was a nephew of Mumbles. He was a law-abiding citizen, with a successful career as an announcer for golf games. His soft-spoken nature made him well-suited to this work."@en . . . . "Yurij Kis as Local 1 (Whispers)"@en . . . "Comic"@en . . . "Libbyfreighter.jpg"@en . "29"^^ . "n/a"@en . . "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine"@nl . . . "The Whispers are voices heard in the jungle. The Whispers are the voices of people who have died, but remained bound to the Island, unable to move on. Michael Dawson becomes one of the Whisperer and appears to Hurley, explaining that he is bound to the Island, unable to move on after murdering Libby and Ana-Lucia. (Everybody Loves Hugo) At various points in the series whispering voices have been heard by the characters, with no visible source of origin. Rousseau claims these voices are of the Others. They seem to have a connection with the visions; before Ana Lucia shot Shannon who was chasing an image of Walt, they heard the whispering around them. At the end of season 3, there was whispering before Walt showed up at the mass grave."@en . . . "dccomics"@en . "135"^^ . . . "\"Whispers\" is the seventh episode of the fifth season of Stargate: Atlantis."@en . . "USS Yorktown (NCC-61137) (menc.)"@es . "Light Bladed Weapon Stat Pool Used for Effort: Intellect 2 Cold Damage Bonus Damage Per Level of Effort:2 (Max 4) Weapon Range: Immediate (2m)"@en . "Wildstorm"@en . . "2370"^^ . "3"^^ . . "368.126"^^ . "epair"@en . "475812"^^ . . . "Sayid comforts Shannon before hearing the whispers."@en . . "Dick Locher"@en . "Normal abandonedpromo22.jpg"@en . "\uFEFFA/N: Revolves around two characters in my first series, The Shadow of Night. Summary: Everything on the earth has a tale, but only Firesong can hear it. The whispering of the rustling leaves forms softly spoken secrets. The rivers' flowing waters cry words of sadness. Flames sing songs of forgivness and rebirth. But the tales she yearns to hear are ever silent, even when her fate depends on it. Main Characters: Darkspirit- silver tom with blue eyes (Brightsoul's twin) Brightsoul- silver tom with blue eyes (Darkspirit's twin) Firesong- dark, almost red, ginger she-cat with pale, almost white, blue eyes"@en . "434"^^ . "703.47"^^ . "14640.0"^^ . . "The thumbnail for , featuring Marisha Ray and Taliesin Jaffe as Keyleth and Percival de Rolo."@en . . "Whispers were creatures mentioned by Castiel. Having similarities to both werewolves and vampires, they were given the nickname were-pires by Dean Winchester."@en . . . . "47581.2"^^ . "Whispers 1/2 gallon coffee ice cream 6 T. brandy 6 t. Kahlua Whipped cream, optional Combine ice cream, brandy and Kahlua in blender. To serve, top with whipped cream if desired. Makes 1/2 gallon. (You will probably have to make this in batches, as your blender may not be large enough to do it all at once) Source: Appetizers, Southern Style"@en . "270791"^^ . . . "Walt appears before Shannon."@en . . "Whispers is the 22th installment of the World of Warcraft comic."@en . . . "\uFEFFA/N: Revolves around two characters in my first series, The Shadow of Night. Summary: Everything on the earth has a tale, but only Firesong can hear it. The whispering of the rustling leaves forms softly spoken secrets. The rivers' flowing waters cry words of sadness. Flames sing songs of forgivness and rebirth. But the tales she yearns to hear are ever silent, even when her fate depends on it. Main Characters: Darkspirit- silver tom with blue eyes (Brightsoul's twin) Brightsoul- silver tom with blue eyes (Darkspirit's twin)"@en . . "Darren Dolinski as Mirellus"@en . . "Welcomephoto.jpg"@en . "250"^^ . "Whispers"@en . . . . "DS9"@nl . . "Harper rain.jpg"@en . "Harper appears to Juliet in the jungle."@en . "The people of Whisper have what is called a \"Mouth-Ass\", which is used as their primary method of communication. The people of Whisper also have Blue Jumpsuits with brown flip-flops as their latest fashion. Once upon a time, however, they wore big colorful rings with shirts that said \"Rock\" on them. File:Stub.png This nation page contains only basic information. Please improve it by adding information such as history or other role-play details."@en . "11326"^^ . "Give me Hugs not Bruises"@en . "5.07"^^ . "200"^^ . "Bashir obrien physical.jpg"@nl . . . "Whispers"@en . "Unrevealed"@en . . "Baby"@en . "Stargate: Atlantis"@en . . "Christina Cox as Major Anne Teldy"@en . . "Asyria"@en . "Whispers is published by Image Comics. Current price per issue is $2.99."@en . . . "Whispers"@en . . "1994-02-06"^^ . . . . . "Blackguard"@en . "Whispers is the 22th installment of the World of Warcraft comic."@en . . "32"^^ . "\"The Shrine\""@en . "Whispers is published by Image Comics. Current price per issue is $2.99."@en . "yes"@en . "31.21"^^ . . "Whispers"@en . "Nicole de Boer as Dr. Alison Porter"@en . "Richard meets Ben for the first time in the jungle."@en . . "Paradise"@nl . "2"^^ . . "Full Name:"@en . "47; 2370; aankomstrooster; Adams, J. J.; andijvie salade; Annandale; Aries, USS; Arlington IV; Bligh, W.; Bolians; Bolian vrachtschip; C-111 systeem; C-57-D; Cameron station; CAR 54-Q; Carinae Delta V; Centre minor; Clinton, W.; Coutu; Crane, S.; Decurtis; Deep Space 9; Deneb XX; D'hjty, USS; Dytallix mijnbouwmaatschappij; Ellison, H.; Elmira, ITA; Ferengi Regels van Acquisitie; flan; fricandeau stoofpot; Gallico, USS; Geldonero, FMS; Gh'aster, CGM; Gifford, K.L.; G'Mat, USS; GS-12; Gulliver, G.; Gump, J.; Gupta; Gyt'aerat, FGMS; Hispaniola minor; Hispaniola, USS; jaarlijks fysiek onderzoek; Jura'assic IV; koffie; Land, N.; ; Luna; magnetisch veld; Mekong, USS; Min'ow, USS; New Brooklyn IX; O'Brien, Michael; O'Brien, Miles (replica); okudagram; Oregon, SS; Organia; Paradas; Parada II; Para"@nl . . "Armageddon Game"@nl . "Known Relatives:"@en . "http://dccomics.com/wildstorm/comics/?cm=12530|desc=Wildstorm: World of Warcraft #22"@en . . . "--02-06"^^ . "2008-09-05"^^ . "\"Whispers\" is the seventh episode of the fifth season of Stargate: Atlantis."@en . . "Whispers is a Strategy game for the Nintendo DS being made by Lemmykoopa24 (t\u2223b\u2223c). It stars an orange-haired, blue-skinned alien named Pik as he forms a resistance against an evil empire lead by the Corrupted Soul."@en . . "6567"^^ . "2009-08-19"^^ . . "Whispers"@nl . . . "4759"^^ . "Paul Coyle and"@en . "Libby appears to Michael."@en . "Wildbreath, Cousin"@en . . . . . . "Sawyer hears the whispers in the jungle."@en . "\"The Queen\""@en . . . "DS9"@nl . . "Heartache"@en . "While on his way to the Parada system, O'Brien records a log trying to make sense of the strange actions of the Deep Space 9 crew that he has noticed over the past several days."@en . "2370"^^ . . "Created By:"@en . "2.99"^^ . "episode"@en . . . . . . "When people die around the Island but cannot \"move on\" to the next stage, they remain as whispers, watching or trying to communicate with the living. Characters often hear them when in peril, or when the Others or the Monster are near. The deceased whisperers can appear in their physical form only to a select few. Hurley discovered their nature when the long-dead Michael appeared to him to guide him. (\"Everybody Loves Hugo\")"@en . . "Whispers"@es . "Rambles, Brother or Cousin"@en . . "Leela Savasta as Captain Alicia Vega"@en . "1994-08-18"^^ . "When people die around the Island but cannot \"move on\" to the next stage, they remain as whispers, watching or trying to communicate with the living. Characters often hear them when in peril, or when the Others or the Monster are near. The deceased whisperers can appear in their physical form only to a select few. Hurley discovered their nature when the long-dead Michael appeared to him to guide him. (\"Everybody Loves Hugo\")"@en . "2"^^ .