Cthulhu lies sleeping inside the influence of the million shards. His very will is almost akin to that of a poke of a stick with a marshmallow as its tip.
"You! What have you done! I should have ended you where you stood when you summoned me!"Hastur conjures a razor wind almost instantaneously, the moment he exclaimed in rage. You briefly ponder whether Hastur really cared about his half-brother Cthulhu or if said rage is because of you growing a bit too powerful.
Powerful in fact, with every word you sing the world ebbs and flows. Your very gestures are the tidal waves crashing into each and every building within reach. You roar, and reality shatters. Wow, Cthulhu is really powerful.
The razor wind hits you, but it does nothing. Cthulhu's hide is resilient. You retaliate by ordering your starspawn to grab a hold of Hastur, to which he is temporarily stunned by your attack. In an instant, using Cthulhu's empowered spellcasting, you mold each stray shard that was prepared to flechette into Hastur into rolls of
3M's Nextel Ceramic Fabric. Normally, you would be incapable of doing that, but sapping power directly from Cthulhu grants you eons of knowledge and massive worlds of magic power. You boastfully proclaim:
You, Hastur, are a toy and you are mine to play with! With these, I dress and bind thee to my will!You then send each roll towards Hastur, each giving a meaningful swerve so as to create the most fanciful gigantic dress you've ever laid your eyes upon. A look that could only be summarized as "Oh crap" can be seen from the gruesome visage of Hastur, but as your fabrics reach his wispy tentacled body, it surprisingly goes slack.
In mid-air, where your cloth should have wrapped a gigantic elder god, a human-sized anomaly stands still. It seems to be wearing a business attire.
"Not today, my dear avatar. I still haven't had enough fun yet. Hmm..."A rift in reality opens, and right in front of you is a
jaeger that almost matches you in height. It is none other than Gipsy Danger, painted in an all-black and red regalia, with a suspicious aura emanating from it. You believe it to be more than radiation. You believe it to be none other than Nyarlathotep's aura itself.
Loudspeakers announce, "This isn't even my true form! Gahahahaha!"
Gipsy Danger lunges at you.
From the distance, it seems Hastur has been displaced into the building where the businessman (Nyarlathotep) once stood, watching. Not relenting, he immediately goes after you. You have missed your chance to punch the Yellow King in the face. Damn.
What do you do?
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Topic: You are Vase-thulu! Rise of the Elder Gods Edition [SG] (Read 15671 times)