Baby Pictures of the Elder Gods
Sialia
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So, a few days ago, Swack-Iron (who recently invited me to join a Delta Green campaign which I have been enjoying very much) sent me an email, in which he said something to the effect that "We thought you were all sweet and motherly, and now we see this thread and realize that you are actually sick and twisted as Mythago." (our GM, also in a state of Motherhood)
Mythago replied something about it not being a coincidence, and to think about it.
So, dutifully, I did.
And here is what I realized.
Over the past three years, since I first began the "Motherhood" module, I have:
had my body metamorphosed into a shape distorted almost beyond recognition,
had my inner workings dominated by another living entity,
endured months and months of vertigo, nausea, and surreal dreams,
felt another living thing squirm within my being,
simultaneously understood being the center of the universe and utterly irrelevant,
been covered in nearly every bodily fluid imaginable,
fed another creature with my bodily fluids,
endured insatiable thirsts,
survived unimaginable hungers,
gone for nearly 14 months without a two hour block of continous sleep,
been charmed and drugged into adoring and worshipping the source of all my torments,
stared mindlessly into the gaze of my captor for hours at a time,
and sung nonsensical songs and read books without logic or syntax, over and over in endless repetitions,
But, I have also learned to:
hear the inaudible,
see that which is out of line of sight,
predict possible immediate futures,
parse incoherent babbling and pidgin speeches
argue inscrutable and whimsical logics,
lift up the fallen,
dispel fear,
comfort the grieving,
deceive,
misdirect,
coerce,
experience euphoric love,
resist tyranny,
and hold back chaos.
I have been in a state of sustained paranoid hypervigilance for approximately 30 months.
And, as with most things that make you wiser and more powerful, the accompanying inevitable SAN loss seems almost an irrelevance. This is, after all, how we mortals cope with the unimaginable horrors and delights of our existence.
Mythago replied something about it not being a coincidence, and to think about it.
So, dutifully, I did.
And here is what I realized.
Over the past three years, since I first began the "Motherhood" module, I have:
had my body metamorphosed into a shape distorted almost beyond recognition,
had my inner workings dominated by another living entity,
endured months and months of vertigo, nausea, and surreal dreams,
felt another living thing squirm within my being,
simultaneously understood being the center of the universe and utterly irrelevant,
been covered in nearly every bodily fluid imaginable,
fed another creature with my bodily fluids,
endured insatiable thirsts,
survived unimaginable hungers,
gone for nearly 14 months without a two hour block of continous sleep,
been charmed and drugged into adoring and worshipping the source of all my torments,
stared mindlessly into the gaze of my captor for hours at a time,
and sung nonsensical songs and read books without logic or syntax, over and over in endless repetitions,
But, I have also learned to:
hear the inaudible,
see that which is out of line of sight,
predict possible immediate futures,
parse incoherent babbling and pidgin speeches
argue inscrutable and whimsical logics,
lift up the fallen,
dispel fear,
comfort the grieving,
deceive,
misdirect,
coerce,
experience euphoric love,
resist tyranny,
and hold back chaos.
I have been in a state of sustained paranoid hypervigilance for approximately 30 months.
And, as with most things that make you wiser and more powerful, the accompanying inevitable SAN loss seems almost an irrelevance. This is, after all, how we mortals cope with the unimaginable horrors and delights of our existence.
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KidCthulhu
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And you wonder why I stick with dogs. At least they only try to lick your face!
Sialia
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(Ok, kiddies, here's the set you've all been waiting for. Art by Sialia, except for the last panel which the Scampering Chaos pasted up for me. Story probably pirated from somewhere else. All rights reserved anyhow. No reposting without asking me first, please.)
In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on an altar.
In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on an altar.
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