In ages past, before men walked the Earth, the Elder Gods came to this world – a walking mountain of awful claws and writhing feelers. Some say that, even today, he sits in the sunken city of R’Iyeh, waiting and dreaming. But, dreaming of what? The day when he’ll rise again? Spread madness to the four corners? Bring rise to the Deep One, and continue his war against Hastur the Unspeakable?
Or is he just a huge fan of Egg Nog, Fruit Cake and Charlie Brown Christmas specials? I’m hoping for the latter ’cause we have our own plans for world domination, thank you very much.