Sup Cthulhu

[amdhunter]

Dear Cthulhu,

How long is I goin to hafta wait before Six drops that old WWI vet and comes over to take a ride on my disco stick?

Thanks,
Patrick.

[Cthulhu]

Before ever your universe cooled and congealed from the primordial Chaos, I danced before the throne of Azathoth with the primal Powers.  From the din and cacophonous revelry emerged a wild song of slaughter and ravenous delight as worlds were devoured and the sweat of the Old Ones stood on many a brow, glimmering in six-dimensional space.  Before the throne of Azathoth, in an alcove among the Spheres, stands a little arch of stone, and from the keystone of this arch is suspended a little golden bell, which once struck, is said to make real the will of the striker.  Even among the Old Ones, none have dared make test of the legend.  On the little golden bell, wound around, inside and out, in seemingly impossible script which makes itself legible to any who look upon it, are these words:  Be Careful What You Wish For.

[nakedfrog]

So... can I get directions to this alcove on Google maps?

[MotF Bane]

Do want little golden bell.

[amdhunter]

Do want little golden showa.

hot. 

[SixOne]

Before ever your universe cooled and congealed from the primordial Chaos, I danced before the throne of Azathoth with the primal Powers.  From the din and cacophonous revelry emerged a wild song of slaughter and ravenous delight as worlds were devoured and the sweat of the Old Ones stood on many a brow, glimmering in six-dimensional space.  Before the throne of Azathoth, in an alcove among the Spheres, stands a little arch of stone, and from the keystone of this arch is suspended a little golden bell, which once struck, is said to make real the will of the striker.  Even among the Old Ones, none have dared make test of the legend.  On the little golden bell, wound around, inside and out, in seemingly impossible script which makes itself legible to any who look upon it, are these words:  Be Careful What You Wish For.

Cliffs:  when hell freezes over. 

[amdhunter]

Before ever your universe cooled and congealed from the primordial Chaos, I danced before the throne of Azathoth with the primal Powers.  From the din and cacophonous revelry emerged a wild song of slaughter and ravenous delight as worlds were devoured and the sweat of the Old Ones stood on many a brow, glimmering in six-dimensional space.  Before the throne of Azathoth, in an alcove among the Spheres, stands a little arch of stone, and from the keystone of this arch is suspended a little golden bell, which once struck, is said to make real the will of the striker.  Even among the Old Ones, none have dared make test of the legend.  On the little golden bell, wound around, inside and out, in seemingly impossible script which makes itself legible to any who look upon it, are these words:  Be Careful What You Wish For.

Cliffs:  when hell freezes over. 

Well, there are parts of hell that are frozen over.  Remember, really really low temperatures can cause burns too.   

[SixOne]

Have you considered that I might be one of those parts?

[nakedfrog]

 

[markgm]

I'm surprised you lived to read Cthulu's response. 

[amdhunter]

Have you considered that I might be one of those parts?

I love Ice Cream. 

[amdhunter]

I'm surprised you lived to read Cthulu's response. 

 

[Rogobung, the destroyer]

Have you considered that I might be one of those parts?

I love Ice Cream. 

So do I, on nipples.

[The Liopleurodon]

Have you considered that I might be one of those parts?

I love Ice Cream. 

So do I, on nipples.

[Long Dong Raw, por favor]

Have you considered that I might be one of those parts?

I love Ice Cream. 

So do I, on nipples.

sticky