And then the Elder Ones rose from their unseen graves. Cthulhu rose from the water and went to the rocky plains.
Luckily, the Elder Ones arcanely spoke towards Cthulhu yet he remained unaware. The blood of the innocence was much more important.
Cthulhu took a step towards the city as he his mouth watered in anticipation. His first step podding along rose minor earthquakes in the area, people were froze in terror as they did not know what to do.
Then Cthulhu mistepped. That infernal Eldritch Soap bar in his way. He slid a 1/3 of his height (which incidently is 3 miles) and slid into the city and fell crushing thousands of the denizons of Dartmouth. Screams of terror subsided into popping bloodbags as the people exploded. Yet, I Clark Stiwell was the only survivor capable of repeating what I saw.
That infernal Edlritch Soap bar had a name. And the name was Dial.
I later went crazy then Cthulhu ate me and everyone died.
We’re in a cave in the desert, dammit! The nearest desert to Dartmouth is Jersey City. The only “cities” in the desert consist of a truck stop, three trailer houses, and, in Nevada, a huge casino. I might have even let you get away with making Cthulhu that big but you made him only three miles high. He must wear BIG Sansabelts to reach Dartmouth from here.
And yet I’m glad I use Eldrith Dial. Don’t you wish everyone did?
How the achidubelhockistix is “Cthulhu” pronounced, anyway?
Finally, Cthulhu got up. He stepped out of the crater he had made and brushed himself free of bits of people, buildings, trailers, casinos, cactus. The debris fell from his enormous body and made new craters.
There weren’t many survivors. Cthulhu had fallen directly on the Dartmouth (Death Valley) Center building. The impact was horrible enough, then there were earthquakes, and for those who were left, the mind-blasting shock of a monster too horrible to imagine. The screams of the unhurt were as awful as those who were dying.
He looked around him, using his eyes and perhaps more. Our language cannot render his thoughts, but he was clearly looking for something. He picked up the bar of Dial soap and hurled it at Jersey City. He looked some more. What was it? Where could it be? And then he knew.