Nyarlathotep Cthulhu writes: "Nigel, my friend. You cannot
escape fate, you can only delay it's arrival. The master calls for a choice and
you deny it. Give yourself over now to that which will be. Even now he stirs in
his deep home. Soon he will wake and call upon those who will serve him. Do you
wish to be cast out of this new world of yours? Do you wish to be adrift on the
cosmic tide yet again? The wrath of Alina is nothing compared to the force of
Those Who Will Return. Say now, say now that you will serve the Old Ones and
you will be richly rewarded. Come, Nigel, choose well and live at the side of
those who will rule. Join us. Join us. Join us."
Yeah. No. I'm afraid I'm not really the joining type, if you know what I mean. Nothing personal though. I mean, I've hung out with Soul Lords, brainless skeletons, really old monkeys (or maybe he was an ape), insane possessed guys who frequently yell "Spleen", a guy with three eyes, and even Paul Preston. So an ancient, possibly dead, god sleeping under the water in his sunken city who wants to rise and eat all humanity seems pretty effin' par for the course.
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