MP Game - Yarnspinners

[Sedna]

R'lyeh, Turn 35

One: Sssh, don't wake him.

Two: The fat one is asleep in his own food, you really think a little noise will disturb him?

One: I... I don't know. But I do know that Zag'mi was the last one of our little group who decided it would be a good idea to make its thoughts available to the world, and we all know what happened to it.

Two: Shudder I'm still picking bits of it out of my teeth.

One: So keep it quiet. Now, what next? I hear that the Atlantians still have a fortress on the shore of this strait. Will we be ordered to leave behind the tritons, scramble up through the sunlit waves and die, gasping for air, as sharp metal pierces our bodies?

Two: If I know the fat one he'll spend an eon or two sleeping off the octopus before doing anything useful. X has already been organizing all the recovery and repair operations; hopefully, we'll all be following its orders until fatty recovers.

One: Hiss Will you stop calling him that?

Two: Why should I? He's grotesquelly overweight after eating that much tentacled-matter.

One: I know, but even for a mad elder god it's so disrespct... Quiet! What was that?

Two: Your over-active imagination.

One: Pauses Maybe. Now look, X doesn't like the daystar any more than we do. It's organizing expeditions up the rivers to take over the rest of this world's lakes.

Two: Shudder Fresh water fish. It's so brackish and muddy and dull.

One: It's better than dying in a hail of a thousand arrows in some high, forgotten, blighted... meadow. Who's that?

Ten: Greetings

One: Relief Greetings

Ten: I bring a gift. Reveals

Two: They look like ordinary pearls.

Ten: But they're not. S claims they've been imbued with the light of Epsilon Eridani and that by placing them on Cthulu while he dreams he will be carried back to that system.

One: Awe But will it work?

Two: After all, S is a warm-blooded, air-breathing, toothed freak.

Ten: I don't know. As always, it's your call One. But I do know that Cthugul has been successfully summoning again. It's can't be long before the great purple comes into the world.

Two: And I hear that the northern air-breathers who are so loyal to fatso have built him several new temples and have finished consolidating his power up there.

One: Musing Foolish mortals... it doesn't matter what happens here, they all just die eventually. Decision Let's do it, we've only our lives to lose. Two. Do the honors.

Two: Okay-dokey. So I guess I just place them here...

Nothing

One: Hmmm... that's odd. Was Two supposed to vanish like that also?

Ten: Uh, I don't think so.

One: No great loss. Well, Ten, I guess you're the new Six, congratulations on your promotion

Six: Submission It is a pleasure to serve.