| Wow ... my brother gave me plush Cthulu for Christmas! It was wrapped securely in aluminum foil and placed in a box. On the way home, I placed barriers between the Great One and my rear-view mirror, so I could drive home relatively safely.
The following note was attached to the gift:
A couple of things before you open this box:
- Don't sustain eye contact. The results could be unpredictable.
- The aluminum foil is for all our protection, in case that which we perceive to be within this container decides to be bored and have some electromagnetic fun at our expense.
- Occasional bowing down before that which we perceive to be within the container is recommended, to pay the expected respect.
The Great One will probably, hopefully, not do anything undignified such as jumping out of the box onto your face for the purpose of using you as a Host. Upon your opening the lid, he will most likely simply analyze you. That is all.
An entry in the remains of a journal found by the grandfather of my intermediary:
4 May 1922
I cannot tell, my supervisor would think me mad. None shall believe this account of immemorial lunacy. Yet after my ten-minute break, the stars were right again and Great Cthulhu came forth, that unhallowed blasphemy that dreams beneath the sea. It slavered and gibbered as it rose above the unclean desktop flotsam like the stern of a daemon galleon. There is no language for such eldritch contradictions of matter, force and cosmic order! Death would be a boon if only it could blot out the memory. I see it... coming here... Yog Sothoth save me! The thing from the stars...la... ngai... ygg...!
(The attempt to print this saw the as-yet unsolved end of one previously reliable USB printer's ability to communicate, followed by the death of one pen. You have though, despite the ill omens, been warned.) |
