The End is Near: But You May Be Saved

For those who have read the dread NECRONOMICON you will already be aware of the icy, glaciated misery which herein I must impart nonetheless to the world at large. Some years ago I read this tome of lore, and studied also other works exposing those which came before man, and which have enslaved, before, the same- and which will come forth at last once more, having made our race as a joke and which seek only to destroy.

In truth they are already there- abominations of every disfugured variety lurking in the deep places; within the mountains, under the ice, and inside of even the moon itself, frozen in place by the long passage of time. For many aeons the trained have waited, looking, watching for the signs; the ice will collapse and forth will come a hideous race of creatures from within, which Hitler himself attempted to destroy using his Sea Wolves long ago, sending them under the ice only to be captured and tortured by the life therein. The mountains will shake and crack, and out will come the gigantic wurms which will lash their endless and vestigial appendages, reducing the cities to rubble. From the waters will come a hideous assortment of monstrous beings almost as intelligent as man and far stronger and faster.

Only this one sage ever had the sense to warn us all that they were coming; and now they are here at last.

Finally at the end of all of these things the abyss itself will be unleashed and the followers of pure darkness will come and reduce any who have survived to madness, ennslaving them or torturing them, or else locking them away to starve. Few will survive this long, and all who do will be reduced to grinning catatonia by what they have seen as they witness the world destroyed by Cthulhu and his ilk.

There is however a way to stave this off; you must shout mad rituals from the NECRONOMICON and drive yourself to insanity before they arrive, for then you will be mad and will not care, and perhaps will find the destruction amusing; all that will be left is ash, charred remains, and endless alleys of gray stone lined with the rotting remains of civilization as it slowly degrades into ice and forsaken loneliness. Finally, if you are lucky, the old ones will leave the planet altogether and under the light of a rusted, dying sun, you will finally see even the cosmos prolapse and die.

IA IA CTHULHU FTAGHN!