Re: MP Game - Yarnspinners
Turn 12, R'lyeh
Undead are so mealy-tasting. Ghouls at least have a little texture, a hint of artificial flavoring. Soulless? Gah! And they never break, so after a while it's just chomp, chomp, chomp. Yet another minion from the beyond the grave, come to devour my brains. As if they could survive that experience. But they never really fill me up, I just get so tired and depressed. God... Yes? Sorry, little joke there.
But, for the greater glory of me, I am called upon to do unpleasant things every once in a while. For next month I've sighted a nice coastal province defended by not-too-crunchy humans. I expect sun-tanned, perfect limbs, with just a hint of salt, and maybe some tropical fruit flavors in there somewhere.
I see so many neighbors now. I'll try to communicate with them, but relying on dolphins to carry Messages has its drawbacks. Our minds have such different ways of handling syntax and meaning. And the brains of the smartest ones are like delicate little flowers of flavor... so I end up sending the dumb ones with Messages.
I really shouldn't carve these ritual history pillars on an empty stomach.
The rest is pretty much just shuffling minions; regrouping my forces to push further onto land into heavily defended provinces, where men dress in giant metal cans and ride tiny little herbivores. It sullies me even to contend with their kind- I've seen worlds snuffed out at a word, C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate...
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