Quote: Looking at the various flashing lights coming from the inside of the warehouse, Harold frowns and says, "That's an awful lot of firepower being
thrown around for one partially transformed Deep One hybrid and maybe six or seven of his buddies, especially in a hostage situation."
With a voice that says that he's frowning behind the mask, the Soul of the Outer Gods says, "We're still working on fire control…"
Chuckling again, Harold takes a drag on his cigarette before saying, "Okay, you've been working on this little project for at least twenty years,
probably more, to get the pop culture sufficiently embedded that the girls question all this minimally."
"You always were a clever one," Nyarlathotep says mockingly.
"Ha ha," Harold says dryly before saying, "Although at least this explains Yu-Gi-Oh."
From a bit posted on StarDestroyer.net of a dead fanfic project entitled "Sailor
Cthulhu."
--The Twisted One
"If you
wish to converse with me, define your
terms."
--Voltaire