Thursday, February 11, 2010

The End

Behold mortals, the wrath of ancient days is upon you all. Over the tundra of vitrified bone and glass and rust the name of the All-Mother echoes as a clarion call; echoes and reverberates from the six-angled ziggurat wherein resides the unlimited loathsomeness of the High Priest. His vengeance upon you; his vengeance upon the very stones of the earth; his vengeance upon eternity itself!

Uuah! Uuah! Xethogga!
It is done!

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