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[Empiricist]

Fix self

+1

[conein]

Fix self

[Rubidium]

duct tape myself together

[Trapezohedron]

Conjuring strategic winds to poke holes on your vasely body, you turn yourself into the lovechild of a horrifically mangled children's toy, a broken plate and a flute. Using the holes, you somehow imitate a catcall, which for some mystic reason, summoned all the alley cats outside the warehouse.

You figure you could fix yourself later.

Now that you have a harem of cats wandering the painted expanses of your confinement, you send the Black Market Dealer-Thrall outside, to scan the area. To your pleasant surprise, the Warehouse is directly adjacent to the water, being situated in a port. It may be possible to summon Hastur thus, when you paint the yellow sign around the walls of the inside and offer a sacrifice to the symbolic "lake". Hope he likes dead people!

But first, you decide you miss your fine Chinese complexion, so you want to fix yourself.

With what? What what?

You're a cool-ass vase, you don't need duct tape. Time seems to curve inwards around your porcelain body, as you regain lost shards caused by the battle. Your old shards however remain lodged on your poor victims. You command your thralls to attempt to summon Hastur, or the King in Yellow, or whatever name he might be going around as.

You are alone in a Warehouse. Well, not exactly alone since you have a congregation of felines. What do you do, while waiting for your humanoid thralls to carry on with their assignment?

By the way, it is still night.

[~Neri]

Summon every feline on the globe. They are to congregate and swarm towards this city.

[escaped lurker]

Summon every feline on the globe. They are to congregate and swarm towards this city.

+1
Declare this city to be your domain, renaming it as Ulthar!

As for the felines, each and any feline, safe hyenas. Those are just too far removed from being a "true" cat, y'see...

(This is.. escalating, ever quickly.)

[~Neri]

No. Summon hyenas as well. We could use a Cackling choir.

[Prophet]

Summon every feline on the globe. They are to congregate and swarm towards this city.

No. Summon hyenas as well. We could use a Cackling choir.

+1

[~Neri]

Hoy Prophet~

[Prophet]

((Hi Kevak.))

[ATHATH]

Say "Pazuzu, Pazuzu, Pazuzu" (I hope I spelled Pazuzu right).

[Trapezohedron]

Summon felines. Yes, this is a grand plan. With your harem of cats, it should be easy to turn it into an org- yeah, let's not get into that. You don't want to be coated in awkward liquids.

Still, you attempt to conjure something out of nothing... and...

Nothing happens. At least, nothing visible happens. Oh well, the cats are disposable anyway. Instead, you turn to Hyenas, and you attempt to do the impossible again. With what? Nothing? Most things require reagents. Maybe if you turned all the dead thieves into skin-hounds, you'd have a sizeable army of combat slaves to do your bidding.

As for the handful of cats you have gathered around you, you decided that, since you couldn't summon either cats or hyena-dogs out of nothing, you'd rather have them sing praises to your contours. So you did. The room's a mess of mewls and raving tentacles from mind-flayers.

Wait. Mind-flayers? Oh dear, did you just successfully summon Hastur? Just in case, you try to make your flesh-thralls say "Pazuzu, Pazuzu, Pazuzu" three times, to summon the dark, winged lord, hopefully as a bargaining chip to use against Hastur if in case he wants to kill your followers and use you for himself.

...

...to no avail. The thralls barge in, lacking heads and having in place a fleshy, tentacular growth in its stead. Whoops, looks like Hastur really wants your hide, if you had a leathery hide instead of a fine porcelain exterior.

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In the distance, the felines seem affixed to one direction, and they move in a raving, possessed behavior towards the source of their compulsion... daring to cross waters they could not even survive swimming into...

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You are a vase, fixed, but lacking thralls and only having a harem of mewling feline slaves as your bargaining chip at the moment. Hastur seems interested in you. What do you do?

[Orange Wizard]

Sic the cats on him.

[ATHATH]

Sic the cats on him.

+1, there is no way that this can go wrong. Also, sigged.

[Hiddenleafguy]

Have the cats distract him with their needy cat things.