BEHOLD YOUR SALTY OVERLORD
I’m about ready to bow down and start worshipping Promachoteuthis sulcus, simply because of how terrifying I find this picture of its HORRIBLE GAPING MAW.
Like any great Lovecraftian Old One, this critter was discovered smack dab in the middle of nowhere. More precisely, it was found just north of the teensy tiny volcanic island in the South Atlantic known as Tristan de Cunha:
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Consumption by ententacled teeth surrounded by tentacles is perhaps the most prevalent vision delivered via the ecstatic in “polyptheism,” or squid worship. That certain figures in the upper echelons of Western society practice this worship cannot be questioned. Witness, for instance, the conflation of polyptheistic iconography and illuminist materialism that is the Na Kika oilfield in the Gulf of Mexico. Oil exploration is merely a fringe benefit, an added bonus only peripheral to the real goal of this project, which is to force open a portal between this dimension and the unspeakable realms inhabited by these many tentacled gods. One imagines wealthy oil barons in current positions of power, enrobed and groveling before the amorphic and blasphemous visages of indescribable horrors deep underneath the Pentagon.
Although physically tiny, what we perceive as “the squid” as represented is doubtlessly– and merely– all our tiny human minds are able to perceive of an eldritch horror from the Seventh Dimension which ceaselessly dances in the void to the vile and mindless din of blind daemon pipers.
(apologies to HPL)
+Thomas said,
“The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They had trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.”
The Necromancer said,
Um…Are you stealing the raincoaster’s bit? More squishy than your usual fare, n’est pas? Apologies indeed. ;)