Cthuahualu rises, ravening, from the black abyss whence he was confined untold ages ago. Slavering in his untameable, gibbering madness he will not be satisfied until he has utterly ravaged the Earth. The barren, scarred rock, sprouting lava pustules, swept by odourous winds of the star-spaces borne on the wings of the Hounds of Tindalos, will then be ready.
Awesome. That was a well written piece, the words dictated the pace. Thanks.
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Glad you liked it. Very few people are aware of the insidious Cthulhu/Chihuahua connection.