So Dieter tells me that in his dream he is at home and he hears a knock at the door, he opens the door to see Cthulhu in all his greatness outside his house in all his gigantic monstrosity. (If you want to know what Cthulhu looks like just google it.) Cthulhu says to Dieter in my voice, "Hello Dieter, how are you today? Can I come in for some tea?" Rather polite for an elder god no? So somehow this creature wedges itself into Dieter's home, sits down, and Dieter pours Cthulhu some tea in a normal tea cup. So with a giant clawed hand Cthulhu delicately grasps the teacup (pinky raised), raises the cup towards it's head(presumably towards it's mouth,) pauses for a moment, and then says to Dieter once more in my voice, "Dieter, could I borrow a rubber band? The tentacles keep getting in the way."
Thus from this incident my nickname was born: Danthulhu. I think why it stuck is that my friends aren't wholy convinced I am not some kind of eldrich being with a thought process that could not be described as sane except in the least conventional senses.
why hello there kind sir
ReplyDeleteTis I, Jasmine, and through the birth of your journal I have decided to create my own.
Thank you for your inspiration
*smiles*
~Jasmine