View Scene

As you run, you feel the earth begin to tremble beneath you; a shadow passes over the sun, and a cyclopean odor fills the air with non-Euclidean aromas. You would not have described it if you could have chosen not to, yet the compulsion was all-consuming, as you stepped out of the parking lot of the 7-11 and turned to see R'Lyeh rising from the storm drain. Ia! Ia!