here is an e-mail i received this morning from my friend Tom...they are playing Call of Cthulhu tonight (although I will be taking part in THE REINFORCIN' O' THE STEREOTYPES at the Green Briar):
Mwa ha ha ha!! Great Cthulhu here, speaking once again through my
pathetic human vessel known as "Tom". It has come to my attention
that Tom's DNA shares many characteristics with the lowly humans that
inhabit a small island in your North Atlantic Ocean known
as "Ireland". I admit that this place is familiar to me. A few
years ago, though you mortals may consider two thousand years more
than a "few", I spent two weeks vacation on an island known to the
Romans as "Hybernia". If I am not mistaken, which I never am, this
is the same place.
I have also learned that today is a celebration of "Irish heritage",
named for a foolish follower of a God that does not exist. I see no
reason for this celebration. I have eaten many Irish in my time, and
I find that their POW is no higher than the pathetic psychic morsels
I am able to extract from your puny minds. That's why I have to eat
whole handfuls of you to sate my hunger! Mwa ha ha!!
Nevertheless, I must admit that one time, after consuming many Irish,
I experienced an odd phenomenon. I had difficulty maintaining my
balance, and ended up singing old folk tunes with Nyarlothotep and
Y'Golonac. I commanded by human slaves to sew me a colossal tam
o'shanter with runes emblazoned upon the brow to read "Kiss Me, I'm
Yithian." When I sent these thoughts to Tom through dreams for him
to explain, he replied that I must have been "toasted from eating all
those drunken micks".
Upon inquiring as to where I might find more "drunken micks" without
having to journey all the way to Hybernia, Tom replied that Boston
College might be a good place to look. Accordingly, while you play
your "role-playing game" about ME, I encourage you to celebrate
this "Saint Patrick's Day", since I will need intoxicated morsels to
satisfy my desires. Tom has been directed to award 1 SAN for every
participant who wears green and 1 SAN to every participant who, at
some point during the day, joins in a toast to GREAT CTHULHU.
That is all.
--Cthulhu
Mwa ha ha ha!! Great Cthulhu here, speaking once again through my
pathetic human vessel known as "Tom". It has come to my attention
that Tom's DNA shares many characteristics with the lowly humans that
inhabit a small island in your North Atlantic Ocean known
as "Ireland". I admit that this place is familiar to me. A few
years ago, though you mortals may consider two thousand years more
than a "few", I spent two weeks vacation on an island known to the
Romans as "Hybernia". If I am not mistaken, which I never am, this
is the same place.
I have also learned that today is a celebration of "Irish heritage",
named for a foolish follower of a God that does not exist. I see no
reason for this celebration. I have eaten many Irish in my time, and
I find that their POW is no higher than the pathetic psychic morsels
I am able to extract from your puny minds. That's why I have to eat
whole handfuls of you to sate my hunger! Mwa ha ha!!
Nevertheless, I must admit that one time, after consuming many Irish,
I experienced an odd phenomenon. I had difficulty maintaining my
balance, and ended up singing old folk tunes with Nyarlothotep and
Y'Golonac. I commanded by human slaves to sew me a colossal tam
o'shanter with runes emblazoned upon the brow to read "Kiss Me, I'm
Yithian." When I sent these thoughts to Tom through dreams for him
to explain, he replied that I must have been "toasted from eating all
those drunken micks".
Upon inquiring as to where I might find more "drunken micks" without
having to journey all the way to Hybernia, Tom replied that Boston
College might be a good place to look. Accordingly, while you play
your "role-playing game" about ME, I encourage you to celebrate
this "Saint Patrick's Day", since I will need intoxicated morsels to
satisfy my desires. Tom has been directed to award 1 SAN for every
participant who wears green and 1 SAN to every participant who, at
some point during the day, joins in a toast to GREAT CTHULHU.
That is all.
--Cthulhu
