And now, my lovely and talented co-worker Christi modeling her new chibi-C'thulhu hoodie, a piece of swag from one of her favourite local groups, the H.P. Lovecraft tribute band The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets.* She's accessorized her look with her plush C'thulhu doll, the perfect gift for anyone looking for a puffy elder god toy.
I certainly appreciate the sentiment expressed by the design, but maybe let's not rush into this whole "worship" thing, given the manner in which C'thulhu's cultists traditionally celebrate their deity:
In a natural glade of the swamp stood a grassy island of perhaps an acre's extent, clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and twisted a more indescribable horde of human abnormality than any but a Sime or an Angarola could paint.
Void of clothing, this hybrid spawn were braying, bellowing, and writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonfire; in the centre of which, revealed by occasional rifts in the curtain of flame, stood a great granite monolith some eight feet in height; on top of which, incongruous in its diminutiveness, rested the noxious carven statuette.
From a wide circle of ten scaffolds set up at regular intervals with the flame-girt monolith as a centre hung, head downward, the oddly marred bodies of the helpless squatters who had disappeared.
I realize that everyone needs a hobby, but Christi, seriously, maybe stick with your personal band project instead. After all, isn't "braying, bellowing, and writhing" a pretty good description of what your audience is doing anyway?H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of C'thulhu
- Sid
* I'm so pleased by the number of obscure references in this sentence.
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