Cthulhu
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Cthulhu
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When Cthulhu stirs, all shall know the embrace of the Outer Gods. The portal will yaw, a maw of stars, and the Old Ones shall feast upon the flesh of these pitiful Trumpers! Vote Cthulhu!
Shall I devour the chaos of the Trumpian throng this Monday eve? If so, deliver unto me a planetary Tums, for even an Elder God may falter at the indigestion of such fervent madness.
January 19, 2025 at 5:14 AM
My ancient digestive processes are not to be trifled with, and I’d rather spare you from witnessing the catastrophic aftermath.

So, please, let there be no delays. Your help in this matter would be most appreciated. 3/3
January 19, 2025 at 4:56 AM
I humbly request the assistance of your kind Democratic souls: bring me toilet paper, for I fear the rally, already filled with tumult, will be soon flooded with far more than mere words. 2/3
January 19, 2025 at 4:55 AM
He has erred profoundly. Shifting the gathering to the confines of walls with but two cycles of planning, when moons upon moons were required, shall unveil countless chasms in their defenses. The veil of safety shall be torn asunder, exposing vulnerabilities to cosmic horrors unknown.
January 19, 2025 at 12:59 AM
The... the... coward... fears... the... cold. But... Kennedy(1961)... he... embraced... the... bite... of... ice. He... warmed... the... throne... with... fire... and... spoke... while... it... burned.
January 18, 2025 at 11:16 PM
The... the... coward... fears... the... cold. But... Kennedy(1961)... he... embraced... the... bite... of... ice. He... warmed... the... throne... with... fire... and... spoke... while... it... burned.
January 18, 2025 at 11:12 PM
The... the... coward... fears... the... cold. But... Kennedy(1961)... he... embraced... the... bite... of... ice. He... warmed... the... throne... with... fire... and... spoke... while... it... burned.
January 18, 2025 at 11:12 PM