Copied a from a letter from the Unholy Priest, leader of one the Cthulhu sects, to one of his disciples.
Arkam 1983
Burn this letter,
Cthulhu is calling you, meager disciple of its cult,
We all tend to create our own hell. No god can save man in the afterlife from the evil webs man's own brain has spun. Demons, devils, evil spirits... they all belong to the land of fairytales. But now after thousands of years we have the chance to awaken a more vivid creature. A god to some, a demon to others. But make no mistake: this god Cthulhu isn't a god of salvation, nor is it a devil in charge of the deep pits of hell. Cthulhu doesn't care. Cthulhu doesn't care if you live or die. Cthulhu doesn't care if this world is destroyed. This all means nothing to him. The concepts of good and evil are relative indeed. But it will devour you, now fast asleep it is feasting on your dreams. When it finally awakens it shall not only devour your flesh, but also your mind. A mortal creature can't imagine the dreadfull face of Cthulhu. If it has a face, that is.
The ancient books of the priests from the Cthulhu cult mention a creature with dragonlike wings, the body of a man and a head consisting of a crawling mass of tentacles, much like an octopus. It's dimensions are unknown. But we can be sure that its influence now can already be felt. It shall be much worse once we awaken this creature from the abyss. No prayers, no gods, no army no weapons will stop its becoming lord of this world. Still some say it is just a messenger of an even more foul evil. Let us create enough of momentum and gather them who we call sheep so that we can satisfy the beasts needs and maybe it will grand us our sanity.
Cthulhu is calling you.
Burn this letter.
Arkam 1983
Burn this letter,
Cthulhu is calling you, meager disciple of its cult,
We all tend to create our own hell. No god can save man in the afterlife from the evil webs man's own brain has spun. Demons, devils, evil spirits... they all belong to the land of fairytales. But now after thousands of years we have the chance to awaken a more vivid creature. A god to some, a demon to others. But make no mistake: this god Cthulhu isn't a god of salvation, nor is it a devil in charge of the deep pits of hell. Cthulhu doesn't care. Cthulhu doesn't care if you live or die. Cthulhu doesn't care if this world is destroyed. This all means nothing to him. The concepts of good and evil are relative indeed. But it will devour you, now fast asleep it is feasting on your dreams. When it finally awakens it shall not only devour your flesh, but also your mind. A mortal creature can't imagine the dreadfull face of Cthulhu. If it has a face, that is.
The ancient books of the priests from the Cthulhu cult mention a creature with dragonlike wings, the body of a man and a head consisting of a crawling mass of tentacles, much like an octopus. It's dimensions are unknown. But we can be sure that its influence now can already be felt. It shall be much worse once we awaken this creature from the abyss. No prayers, no gods, no army no weapons will stop its becoming lord of this world. Still some say it is just a messenger of an even more foul evil. Let us create enough of momentum and gather them who we call sheep so that we can satisfy the beasts needs and maybe it will grand us our sanity.
Cthulhu is calling you.
Burn this letter.
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