Cthulhu nafl-fuckin'-fhtagn, baby!
That's right! Captain Calamari is no longer dreaming away the aeons.
You woke him up with all the noise you've been making. Mr. Squid's cosmic
alarm clock went off about the same time you guys decided to trade humanity
for efficiency. That's when the stars were right.
Not familiar with Cthulhu? Think Godzilla, but without the personability
and sex appeal. Sort of like Barney the purple singing-and-dancing T-Rex,
but bigger. And with an octopus for a face.
Cute, huh? Well, you asked for it. But he's been walking the earth for more
than fifty years now. If he hasn't bothered you yet, he probably won't.
What's he doing? Wiping the slate clean, clearing the planet of life, preparing
it for the next set of inhabitants. Us.
You can't be naive enough to say you don't understand. We won't let you
be that dumb. You gave him the tools to destroy your home. Deal with it.
Last stop. We hope you enjoyed your trip.
-- Tomorrow's Saints
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