strode forward to
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strode forward to
meet the assembled
crowd of degenerates
who had been
milling about aimlessly.
But, it was
all for naught,
for, unbeknownst to
the doughty Baron,
dread Cthulhu had
at last risen
from his deep
and deathless sleep
and was ready
, so terribly ready,
to bring a
nightmarish cataclysm to
its cataclysmic conclusion.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu
R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!!"
, chanted the degenerates.
The Baron, unperturbed,
called upon the
uhlans to fire
their Weatherby magnums
straight into the
writhing maw of
dread Cthulhu.
All
blazed away furiously,
but without effect,
for the puny
magnum bullets simply
fed the eldritch
horror that loomed
above their heads.
The Baron, annoyed,
used his suspensors
to lift the
eldritch horror from
the freezing waters.
All in vain.
Why, you ask?
Because just then
Cthulhu, squamously furious,
broke free and
plunged back downward,
downward, downward, until
landing with a
sickening squelch upon
the crushed body