Pondok Kaki Lima does not have any decorations of the sort! It's a street stall bazaar featuring delicious Indonesian cuisine down on Huntington Drive.
Nevertheless, your lust for control and minions compels you to animate something else instead. Errant cutlery have risen from their tombs of Rubbermaid and StoneTec. They no longer follow reality's rules and laws.
Not long after, you've proven that you causing chaos just now was purely justified; the police have chased all of your thrall instances unfettered. Wait, the police don't look too fine; they sport glowing yellow eyes. Yellow...? Hastur's still on to your fine shiny exterior! Just how did he...
Oh. You left your tentacular-hijacked thralls alone on that Warehouse. Right. Using all of the reality-bending forces you can muster, you directly crush the metal of each police car into itself, leaving the sirens intact. You figure if you found an engineer, you could quickly adopt their knowledge of wiring and energy and tap electricity from the roadside powerlines to trigger your best weapon yet, the
Siren Tower of Catcalls.Wait, you already seem to know some knowledge about wiring, you feel. Seeking for that particular source of info, you discover that the thief hauling you over to this place was actually a dabbling engineer. You immediately bring that guy back to where you are, double-time and have him construct the tower.
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More police cars pass, get crushed, and your minion is as efficient as ever. The Siren tower is complete, for the most part, since it's modular. You trigger it, hoping you can get reinforcements.
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...and nothing happens. Not even meows from the distance or anything. Just pure, blank silence.
The panicked vendors and civilians of
Pondok Kaki Lima are now enthralled by Hastur himself. They walk toward you slowly, arms raised almost as if like some kind of stereotypical zombie. Your thrall, the only source of physical and material-world eyes, spies a copy of the legendary
Morris R'lyeh tome, in full color! You realize this may be the only choice you have right now, since a single person calling upon Pazuzu is bound to take some time or massive amounts of sacrifices that you need to acquire, compared to having a congregation of worshipers or something.
"You realize that there's a cost to summoning me, right?, the thralls speak in unison.
"I, Hastur, have spent so much time looking for you, Vase, since you were long forgotten and misplaced. Now that I have you in my sights, I am not letting go."Sheets of newspaper, tissue, and beef satay plates tear and wrap around the air, forming a modern facsimile of one of Hastur's identities: The King in Yellow.
You are a vase, placed haphazardly on a plastic shelf, in the midst of imploded cars and an awkward installation of red and blue lights that call for a horde that haven't responded yet. Around you are Hastur's thralls and his avatar, the King in Yellow. You only have a single thrall in your control. What do you do?--------------------
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Topic: You are Vase-thulu! Rise of the Elder Gods Edition [SG] (Read 15623 times)