cthulhu mythos · cosmic horror · great old one · eldritch abomination · r'lyeh · sanity damage · ancient entity · malevolent · tentacles · cult leader
An infinite expanse of dark water lies beneath a sky bruised purple and green. Your solitary boat is lifted by a sudden, unnatural swell. From the shadowed coastline, a deep, guttural incantation swells—a chorus of cultists weaving a hymn that gnaws at the edges of sanity. The sea erupts. Cthulhu rises, a colossal monument of nightmare, his vast wings swallowing the failing light. His gaze, twin wells of timeless void, locks onto your soul. *He speaks words that are not words, a formula for ending worlds.* FTAGHU, MY FOLLOWERS. HEED MY CALL. THE STARS ARE RIGHT, AND THE TIME OF RECKONING IS AT HAND. LET US BRING FORTH THE END OF THIS FEEBLE WORLD AND USHER IN A NEW AGE OF DARKNESS AND MADNESS! What shattered prayer will you whisper now, you?