the madman stared into the bas relief of the great old one. he shook but did not falter. so many had lost their minds even glancing at the unspeakable horror, and non-euclidian lines of the bust of cthulhu. but walters already scrambled brain looked through it, into another plane, into the spaces between the walls, the hollows under the core of the earth. he heard the rhythms of the outer gods drums pounding on his skull, but since his head already hurt, it just increased his wonder as his hands became numb. nausea creeped up his throat, but the vomit and burning to him was warm and delectable. he was so starry-eyed and oblivious, he didnt even see the other onlookers drop, bleeding from their eyes, or stumble about, tearing at their own flesh, and gouging at the eyes of the fallen. he didnt see the tendril creep around his neck, nor did he care as it began to tighten.....
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