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Illuminati iii:
A GRAPHIC HEADER
THERE IS NO CTHULHU IN THIS STORY
It’s three minutes past midnight, the moon seems to be having a hard time deciding whether to bother waxing at all and a ruby-rimmed monocle is making a slow vie for freedom. It doesn’t make it.
Instead, it is plucked from the leaves through which it was worming and placed before the eye of an ethereal and unearthly being of shaggy hide and hefty feet. A scrap of an old “Necropolis Enquirer” flutters by, is caught by the very same paw as before and is read with disinterest.
“Ah, he’ll be arriving then” Spoke the spiritual something.
Timed to perfection, YHWH staggered into the glade, looking highly perturbed. A small insect was getting close to solving the mysteries of the universe, but, as is typical, Bigfoot opened his big yap and spoiled it for him.
Blinking, YHWH said “Whoa! The ghost of Bigfoot? Man…”
“You’ve nearly got what it’s all about, haven’t you?” Spoke the sasquatch to both the god and the Bug, “The big one. The answer.”
“I’ve got all the bits, and I’m so very close… It’s hard to describe. I can nearly see it… all these tiny squares in my mind are making a perfect circle… the infinite universes, the infinite axis’s… that whole thing with Roger…”
“It was all bullshit.”
YHWH stood aghast, shocked, stunned and stupefied.
“You always we’re an uncompassionate bastard, weren’t ya?” Roger strode out of the woods, looked up at the night and took a long drag on the pigeon he was holding. “Even more so, since you died. Letting this poor sap think he’s so close… letting him think he’s at third base with the prom queen of ultimate truth… then laying that trip on him?! That takes a severely steeled pair of buns, my man.
“I can’t help but marvel at it, though. The beauty of the whole thing. How wonder-fucking-full and contrived this schematic was. The utter, embodied pointlessness of it. The artistic nihilism. The absolutely engorged ego,” Roger rounded on the even more perplexed and distressed, brain taking a recessed YHWH, “The UNBELIEVABLE ego of YOU! Do you have any idea? ANY IDEA AT ALL?! HUH?” Roger breathed and was cool once again, “It is such a head-shitter knowing what this cat knows, compadre.”