While I am no Cthulu expert, I did read it and some of the authors other works about 12 years ago.
IIRC, one aspect of what is supposed to be so scary about Cthulu is that he IS. JUST. THAT. DAMN. SCARY. Doesnt the author go to great lengths about telling us just how scary Cthulu is? Without really explaining why?
Its kind of like Picard and the Borg. Picard ain’t scared of nutin. Mention the Borg and he about shits his pants.
Same sorta thing goes for Dr Who. Danger is fun for the Doctor. But even one Darlek shows up and the Doctor has brown underwear post haste.
The Voyager Series had Species 679?
Stargate had the replicators.
ISTM that Cthulu was an early model of that kind of bad guy/ evil. The details of why and how they were scary as shit was just icing on the cake when it came to the story telling. They were scary as shit because they were basically the definition of scary as shit. Maybe I am misremembering the whole Cthulu thing. Or, maybe that sort of suspension of disbelief/lack of a reason why doesnt work for some readers.
That’s a bit unfair to Lovecraft. First, Cthulhu isn’t really a bad guy in the classic sense. As someone already said earlier, he’s more a force of nature than a slobbering monster that wants to eat us because he’s evil. Cthulhu only wakes up in one Lovecraft story, and while he’s mentioned in a few other stories, he’s not taking an active role in the world. He represents a future apocalypse, “when the stars are right” he’ll wake up which will spell doom for humanity.
Call me a wuss if you will, but that’s actually a sort of scary illustration ;). Dunno if it would drive me ( more ) insane, but I think if I were in that boat I’d definitely poo my pants.
While that may be so, arm wrestling is about forearm and wrist strength, which I bet as a carpenter he has plenty of.
Some of my friends and I frequently debate about which American football positions historical figures would play. We figure Jesus wouldn’t quite have the hands to be a wide receiver, but he would probably be good enough to play cornerback.
Uh-oh. I may be entering the Grandpa Zone. Daughters were babysitting a friend’s infant. I didn’t go near it. Wish they hadn’t either because the damned things are contagious.
For the record, I love Cthulhu. He’s tentacular. He hangs out with Buddha on my bookcase (riding a giant stegosaurus.) He makes me so happy, my husband says my betrayal will be the downfall of civilization. But is it really betrayal if I’m upfront about my loyalties to begin with?
Fool! That is Shub-Niggurath! Do you see any globes on that? Do you?! No! Somebody has mistaken a picture of Shub on vacation for me! Somebody going to get thrown into the dark gulfs between the stars for a few vigintillion or so years :mad:
I know we are both eldritch abominations, but whoever thought Shub and I looked the same is racist! We’re totally different. Shub has tentacles and mouths while I am a collection of globes. I don’t need mouths to eat, Yog Sothoth is the key and the gate. Food appears *in me *when I want it
