I started DMing for the unbridled power over the minds and souls of my friends. One night with a pint of fresh blood and a bucket of KFC I summoned Cthulhu himself to do my bidding. But it backfired and I was forced, FORCED I TELL YOU, to buy one book after another of things man was not meant to know. You know, splatbooks, adventures and settings I knew I'd never use, that kind of thing. Just say no.