Re: MP Game - Yarnspinners
R'lyeh, Turn 36
I dreamt I slept upon the empty folds of space, slid down potential wells, and danced amongst the twisting, coiling fields which wreath the elemental orbs.
I dreamt of stepping through the stars, between dark portals of far years. I traipsed across the trackless wastes and watched the lights whirl overhead.
I dreamt of kingdoms, raging wide, beyond the reach of mortal ken. O thousand souls in bondage lay, and thousand corpses floated free!
And then I woke, and felt the old, familiar pull ... of gravity. And there before my tentacle lay many men in garb most strange. But as I sucked their weary brains, I learnt anew of wretchedness. Then knew I where my blind eyes fell, upon the face of this dust ball, and not amongst the friendly stars.
I killed them all, and used their bones to pick my teeth.
But now confusion reigns supreme, within my godlike frame. How came I to this weary place, where dull blue sky scrapes near the earth? Dared these fool peasants summon me, and pull me here to eat their brains? Or does the fulsome answer lie with other powers in the night? My enemies, my friends? Would they have hurled me thus? Back to my home, then down again, and why just here, and this?
My only clue, a piece of fish which fell from dull blue sky, and splat upon the blood-stained rocks and covered them with goo. It was a Starspawn's robe no doubt, though what was once therein, was dashed to pieces far and wide, and had no form to tell. Yet tentacles are chewy things, and some survived the fall. I sat right down and sucked on it — it tasted like the Straits.
I see bright lights toward the east, some hamlet there may lie. I'll eat their brains, and search to learn exactly where they die.
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