You gather your ceramic fabrics, and prepare to ensnare the gigantic automaton possessed of energy and momentum. As you throw your rolls, you notice that...
Time is put at a standstill. Gypsy danger charges at you... and stays put. For days, even. You're not quite sure how long this has been taking you. Either way, you're really miffed at this point because all you wanted to do is to CONTROL EVERYTHING.
The battering waves are stopped solid. Hastur is frozen. Your avatar, Cthulhu, is petrified.
From the knowledge you glean off the old husk of a mollusc and octopus you're inhabiting... Oh shit.
Yog. My. God.
You're not quite sure how Yog is here; he's supposed to be away, incapable of breaching reality. Did someone summon the guy? In any case, tentacles breach the clouds above, from cracks in reality akin to those you make when you collide a hard surface. Being able to reverse your own internal time at will, you remain immune to Yog's trickery, but your strongest thrall remains solidly stuck.
An instance of Randolph Carter, one that has been time-walking around, emerges from the cracks.
He chides you for your actions. "Foolish spirit! What have you done?! Your very actions have doomed this world to utter annihilation. You must come with me if you wish to restore the things that you have wrought."
Randolph seems to have somehow pacified the Outer God. Madness.
You are a conglomeration of vase shards, each capable of motion in a world where time stands still. Randolph Carter seeks to correct the timeline, perhaps to make it better according to Yog-Sothoth's will. Do you give in to his demands?