Deep in sunken R’lyeh, C’thulhu lies dreaming. Or he would, had the stars not once again aligned, blaring their twinkly message to the murky depths. He tosses and turns, but it there is no ignoring the cosmic alarm clock. He emits a terrifying eldritch groan that soon becomes a yawn. Sitting up and stretching, he turns his thoughts to his task ahead. He’ll rise from the sea and bring the world under his rule. Minds will be shattered and bodies and souls will be devoured; The Great Old Ones will walk the Earth again. But, first, C’thulhu needs his coffee.
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This Heart Got Teeth
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