Cthulhu sleeps, you know. He sleeps a dreamless sleep in the depths of his sunken city of R’lyeh. And he waits. He waits until the stars align, at such time he will awake and arise, and then he will…
Yeah. You don’t want to know what comes next. Bad times, suffice it to say.
So assuming that the terror of the Great Old Ones wasn’t just the fever-dream of a mentally ill, racist writer, then let us take warning. Let us keep one eye on the deep, and if we see any roiling waters, any rising tentacles…well, I’m not sure what we should do then. Scream, I guess. Scream and scream and scream.
Until then, let us enjoy some more Cthulhu vids: