A hook-bone rising from my food
The weather today was fairly cacky, so I decided that - given my 25 minute cycle ride across Reading - it was time to break out the big guns. I looked for my woolly hat.
And, sadly, didn't find it. However, ChrisC stepped into the breach and lent me his fleecey hat, which did a very good job of keeping the filthy drizzle off me.
Now I look inside it, I see the label: Handmade in Squamish
I've been wearing a cthuloid hat. I didn't even notice the tentacles. I suppose they've entered my brain now :(
And, sadly, didn't find it. However, ChrisC stepped into the breach and lent me his fleecey hat, which did a very good job of keeping the filthy drizzle off me.
Now I look inside it, I see the label: Handmade in Squamish
I've been wearing a cthuloid hat. I didn't even notice the tentacles. I suppose they've entered my brain now :(
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I'm pretty sure that that isn't what I want. Nothing is more terrifying that the prospect of wearing a Great Old One on your face.
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Brewski could be poured out as libation before the Elder Gods if appropriate, but I, for one, do not wish to engage in symbiosis. Or indeed meeting, if at all possible.
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We had a Cthulhoid bathroom floor for a while, with a gaping void into the vastness beyond.