Which Great Old One Are You??

[Pyan]

But Joel hasn't got any tenta...... Oh, I see!

 

[Nesacat]

I take it that partnering up and crushing the puny humans would not be more than just a dream??

 

[Pyan]

Well, we could - but surely just enslaving them all would suffice?

 

[Joel007]

Crushing would be too easy

 

[Nesacat]

To paraphrase The Old Gent;

.... I dream of a day when we may rise above the billows to drag down in our reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind - of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium.

 

[Curt Chiarelli]

I take it that partnering up and crushing the puny humans would not be more than just a dream??

Or we could just pop some popcorn, pull up a ringside seat and enjoy the show as they do themselves in . . . .

 

[j d worthington]

Or we could just pop some popcorn, pull up a ringside seat and enjoy the show as they do themselves in . . . .

Ah, but then you don't get to see them running in terror.

"Shall I wait until they sleep? Or is the horror twice as horrible when it comes out of nowhere...."

 

[Nesacat]

Popcorn sounds good ... butter and sugar please.

Methinks there'll be plenty of terror, running and screaming to around.

 

[Curt Chiarelli]

Excellent points! So, we're agreed then: ripping talons, piping orifaces and slimy tentacles it is! Boy are we gonna put on a show!

 

[Nesacat]

Mundanes and any government officials paying attention to this site are going to be in need of therapy.

Either that or there'll be a knock at the door at 2am and some chap in a trench coat with it's collar turned up, a fedora and a smelly cigarette will take up away in a very quiet car to a room somewhere far far away and want to know exactly how he can get in on this world dominion business.

Shall tell him tentacles are a basic requirement.

 

[Curt Chiarelli]

Mundanes and any government officials paying attention to this site are going to be in need of therapy.

Either that or there'll be a knock at the door at 2am and some chap in a trench coat with it's collar turned up, a fedora and a smelly cigarette will take up away in a very quiet car to a room somewhere far far away and want to know exactly how he can get in on this world dominion business.

Shall tell him tentacles are a basic requirement.

That's it, give 'em a hard time! Covert government agents are all alike! When they aren't busy oppressing you they're trying to weedle your secrets to world domination!

 

[TiwazTyrsfist]

You are Azathoth!

'Nuff said.


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