Re: MP Game - Yarnspinners
Turn 33, R'lyeh
So they starve, so they starve, what do I care: we have broken through the fortress! The only question now is: would I rather deep fry the squid? Turn it into ceviche? Lightly sauté it with butter and capers? Perhaps a delicate yellow curry. Squid soup for everyone.
Just as soon as we rips 'im limb from limb from limb from limb...
The only thing marring my joy is this nasty posse of Atlantians who refused to let themselves be eaten, but instead attacked me -- me -- in the province to the north. The nerve, oh, the nerve. I shall crush them just as soon as I am done with my fried ceviche butter curry soup of squid.
Ooh, ooh, have you heard my latest witticism? "You can't make an omelet without kracken eggs." I just kracken myself up. Ha ha.
To celebrate, I send more minions on the far side of the world out to death, theirs or others, what do I care? My spawnlings I send against tritons, my assorted rabble of a vaguely non-live nature I send against some dull little coastal province with archers. I used to love to eat archers, their long bows perfect for dislodging bits of limb caught in my tentacles. But land food just doesn't appeal right now when the sea is about to yield up such a bounteous feast. Atlantian really does taste just like chicken.
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