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| So Azathoth is hanging out in the nether regions with its entourage of lesser gods and its servitor flautist. Well, some crazy madman back on earth figures it was about time to summon this great old one to wreak a substantial amount of chaos, havoc, and horror upon his fellow human beings. I mean, when you're insane, this might seem like a good idea or something. Anyway, the madman had found an ancient rite that would summon Azathoth, so he goes carefully through the incantations and what not, and sure enough, when it's all over, Azathoth arrives with its cohorts. Of course, the madman is stricken down by total insanity at the sights and sounds of this party's arrival. Well, Azathoth turns to his flautist and says, "I’m so tired of this! Every time we show up these pathetic humans have a mental collapse. Can't you play something with a tune for once?" |
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