Start worshipping Cthulhu. I then ask other players to join me in my quest of ocean dominance.
(1 )you behold the uunderlying reality of the deeps. Your mind slips into - nay, is captured by - contemplation of infinite depth, and of what lies at the foundations of the world and below. You start yammering about things like infinite turtles, the Abyss, and falling, endlessly falling. You feel like you are drowning in space.
Get the ladies to join my side in the mexican standoff.
(4) The ladies shift their attention to other targets. Whether they are truly your allies or are siomply as suspicious of each other and the other gun-toters as they are of you remains to be seen, but you'd guess the latter.
The God of Drugs lied to me! Go find him and kick him in the dick!
(4) You ... well, you engage in a series of doped out adventures in lands unknown, track down an ethereal and conceptual being, and deliver a solid blow to the nads. the God of Drugs pukes in your face, pills, powders, needles, and smokes oozing, spilling, pouring and falling out of his faceholes and sweeping you away on a tide of drug dick pain vomit. You raise both hands, middle fingers extended into the stratosphere, and shout as you are swept away "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!" You and the guy below you are cast into the ocean to drown unceremoniously.
Pray to Cthulhu to heal my injuries. Sacrifice a virgin to him in thanks.
(6) Cthulu does not differentiate between virgin and sexed, apparently. Not that it matters, the only sacrifice you have available is an OD'ing dude swearing at the cosmos, and yourself. Cthulu accepts these sacrifices, and ends your misery by welcoming you into the infinite depths.
And eating your soul.
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