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!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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