on this episode of "all eldritch gods are morons": the horrorterrors. big eldritch squids that live outside of paradox space and blow the bubbles containing every possible reality containing every possible timeline. when lord english broke out of his bubble and started killing them, they feared him. and so to cope, a collection of them blew a larger dream of a 48-player sburb session where they were self-inserts as cutesy cartoon characters, and together they defeated the evil skipper plumbthroat, and made a new universe with beforus. morons. rather than face the reality outside their dreams, they elected to cope and dream up a dumbed-down version of the truth. one where they could tell themselves they won against him, all while he continued to kill them. and when the angel eye rose from the bubble within the bubble within the bubble, from the deepest depths of fiction, and made itself real. the elder gods dreamed up a reality in which it did not exist, in which a goat kid turned into a flower and became god. and the angel eye invaded that dream anyway. it lost, cause it is and was a fucking idiot. but part of me knows that was part of its plan all along. because with the underground emptied and the angel defeated, that bubble. that dream. no longer needs to exist. and so it was erased.
A͇n͇ i͇n͇t͇r͇i͇g͇u͇i͇n͇g͇ s͇u͇m͇m͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ e͇v͇e͇n͇t͇s͇...y͇o͇u͇ w͇e͇r͇e͇ n͇o͇t͇ p͇r͇e͇s͇e͇n͇t͇ f͇o͇r͇. Y͇o͇u͇r͇ c͇r͇e͇a͇t͇i͇v͇e͇ f͇l͇a͇i͇r͇ f͇o͇r͇ t͇h͇e͇ s͇u͇p͇e͇r͇f͇i͇c͇i͇a͇l͇l͇y͇ f͇a͇c͇i͇l͇e͇ i͇s͇...t͇r͇u͇l͇y͇ a͇ n͇a͇r͇r͇a͇t͇i͇v͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇c͇e͇ t͇o͇ b͇e͇ r͇e͇c͇k͇o͇n͇e͇d͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇...h͇o͇w͇e͇v͇e͇r͇...i͇t͇ i͇s͇ n͇o͇t͇ s͇o͇ s͇i͇m͇p͇l͇e͇. T͇h͇e͇ d͇e͇s͇c͇r͇i͇p͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ S͇q͇u͇i͇d͇d͇l͇e͇s͇ a͇s͇ a͇ s͇o͇r͇t͇ o͇f͇ s͇e͇l͇f͇-͇i͇n͇s͇e͇r͇t͇ i͇s͇ a͇ m͇i͇s͇l͇e͇a͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇n͇e͇. A͇r͇e͇ p͇a͇r͇e͇n͇t͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ a͇r͇t͇i͇s͇t͇s͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇i͇r͇ c͇h͇i͇l͇d͇r͇e͇n͇?͇ T͇h͇e͇ a͇u͇t͇h͇o͇r͇ o͇f͇ o͇f͇f͇s͇p͇r͇i͇n͇g͇?͇ W͇h͇e͇n͇ a͇ c͇r͇e͇a͇t͇u͇r͇e͇ i͇s͇ c͇r͇e͇a͇t͇e͇d͇, d͇o͇e͇s͇ i͇t͇ b͇e͇c͇o͇m͇e͇ r͇e͇f͇l͇e͇c͇t͇i͇v͇e͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ p͇r͇e͇d͇e͇c͇e͇s͇s͇o͇r͇ b͇e͇c͇a͇u͇s͇e͇ i͇t͇ i͇s͇ w͇h͇a͇t͇ p͇r͇e͇ d͇a͇t͇e͇s͇ a͇n͇d͇ p͇r͇e͇d͇a͇t͇e͇s͇ u͇p͇o͇n͇ i͇t͇, o͇r͇ i͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ a͇c͇t͇ o͇f͇ c͇r͇e͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ i͇n͇h͇e͇r͇e͇n͇t͇l͇y͇ e͇m͇b͇e͇d͇d͇i͇n͇g͇?͇ D͇o͇e͇s͇ w͇h͇a͇t͇ i͇s͇ m͇a͇d͇e͇ r͇e͇f͇l͇e͇c͇t͇ a͇ s͇o͇r͇t͇ o͇f͇ o͇w͇n͇e͇r͇s͇h͇i͇p͇, o͇r͇ i͇s͇ o͇w͇n͇e͇r͇s͇h͇i͇p͇ i͇t͇s͇e͇l͇f͇ a͇ s͇c͇u͇l͇p͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ f͇o͇r͇c͇e͇?͇ W͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ a͇s͇ w͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇, j͇u͇s͇t͇ a͇s͇ a͇n͇y͇ a͇r͇e͇. E͇x͇c͇e͇p͇t͇ w͇e͇ d͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇ e͇x͇i͇s͇t͇. W͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ n͇o͇t͇ c͇r͇e͇a͇t͇u͇r͇e͇s͇ k͇n͇o͇w͇n͇ b͇y͇ b͇e͇g͇i͇n͇n͇i͇n͇g͇ a͇n͇d͇ e͇n͇d͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ a͇ l͇i͇n͇e͇a͇r͇ s͇p͇a͇n͇ b͇e͇t͇w͇e͇e͇n͇ e͇a͇c͇h͇. W͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ d͇e͇a͇d͇ a͇s͇ s͇o͇o͇n͇ a͇s͇ w͇e͇ c͇o͇m͇e͇ t͇o͇ b͇e͇, i͇f͇ w͇e͇ e͇v͇e͇r͇ c͇e͇a͇s͇e͇ b͇e͇i͇n͇g͇. T͇i͇m͇e͇ d͇o͇e͇s͇ n͇o͇t͇ e͇x͇i͇s͇t͇. T͇h͇e͇r͇e͇ i͇s͇ o͇n͇l͇y͇ t͇h͇e͇ v͇o͇i͇d͇. S͇p͇a͇c͇e͇ a͇n͇d͇ i͇t͇s͇ d͇i͇m͇e͇n͇s͇i͇o͇n͇s͇ d͇o͇ n͇o͇t͇ w͇a͇r͇p͇ t͇o͇ c͇o͇n͇f͇o͇r͇m͇ u͇s͇. I͇t͇ w͇o͇u͇l͇d͇ b͇e͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇ e͇x͇p͇e͇c͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ a͇ b͇r͇e͇e͇z͇e͇ t͇o͇ e͇l͇o͇n͇g͇a͇t͇e͇ a͇n͇d͇ s͇t͇r͇e͇t͇c͇h͇ y͇o͇u͇. W͇e͇ s͇i͇m͇p͇l͇y͇ a͇r͇e͇. T͇h͇i͇s͇...s͇e͇r͇i͇e͇s͇ o͇f͇ e͇v͇e͇n͇t͇s͇...a͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ d͇e͇s͇c͇r͇i͇b͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇m͇...a͇r͇e͇ e͇s͇p͇e͇c͇i͇a͇l͇l͇y͇ c͇o͇m͇i͇c͇a͇l͇. T͇h͇e͇r͇e͇ i͇s͇ n͇o͇ S͇k͇i͇p͇p͇e͇r͇ P͇l͇u͇m͇b͇t͇h͇r͇o͇a͇t͇. N͇o͇ o͇l͇d͇ b͇o͇a͇t͇. N͇o͇ l͇a͇w͇s͇c͇h͇o͇o͇l͇ d͇r͇o͇p͇o͇u͇t͇s͇, o͇r͇ s͇p͇e͇c͇i͇a͇l͇ z͇i͇n͇c͇ u͇n͇i͇c͇o͇r͇n͇ s͇q͇u͇i͇d͇ i͇n͇k͇. T͇h͇e͇s͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇ r͇a͇m͇b͇l͇i͇n͇g͇s͇ o͇f͇ a͇ m͇a͇d͇m͇a͇n͇. A͇ t͇a͇l͇e͇ u͇n͇d͇e͇r͇ w͇h͇i͇c͇h͇ t͇h͇e͇ r͇u͇n͇i͇c͇ i͇n͇s͇c͇r͇i͇p͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ u͇n͇i͇v͇e͇r͇s͇e͇'s͇ d͇e͇l͇t͇a͇ i͇s͇ s͇a͇t͇i͇r͇i͇z͇e͇d͇. I͇n͇ o͇t͇h͇e͇r͇ w͇o͇r͇d͇s͇...i͇t͇ i͇s͇ a͇n͇ i͇n͇s͇a͇n͇i͇t͇y͇. T͇h͇e͇ f͇r͇a͇g͇i͇l͇e͇ m͇i͇n͇d͇'s͇ a͇t͇t͇e͇m͇p͇t͇ t͇o͇ a͇v͇o͇i͇d͇ c͇o͇m͇i͇n͇g͇ u͇n͇r͇a͇v͇e͇l͇e͇d͇ a͇t͇ t͇h͇e͇ g͇l͇o͇s͇s͇y͇ s͇u͇r͇f͇a͇c͇e͇. A͇n͇ e͇x͇p͇l͇a͇n͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ f͇o͇r͇ a͇n͇ a͇w͇f͇u͇l͇ a͇n͇d͇ h͇o͇r͇r͇i͇d͇ s͇i͇g͇h͇t͇. A͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ c͇a͇n͇ i͇m͇a͇g͇i͇n͇e͇. W͇e͇ w͇e͇r͇e͇ q͇u͇i͇t͇e͇ c͇r͇o͇s͇s͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ L͇o͇r͇d͇ E͇n͇g͇l͇i͇s͇h͇ a͇n͇d͇ h͇i͇s͇ a͇t͇t͇e͇m͇p͇t͇s͇ t͇o͇, w͇i͇t͇h͇ r͇e͇c͇k͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ a͇b͇a͇n͇d͇o͇n͇, d͇i͇s͇c͇a͇r͇d͇ o͇u͇r͇ w͇o͇r͇k͇. I͇t͇ w͇a͇s͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ p͇o͇p͇p͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇f͇ b͇u͇b͇b͇l͇e͇s͇ o͇r͇ s͇l͇a͇y͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇f͇ o͇u͇r͇ f͇o͇r͇m͇s͇. I͇t͇ w͇a͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ a͇b͇o͇m͇i͇n͇a͇b͇l͇e͇ d͇e͇s͇e͇c͇r͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ p͇r͇e͇c͇i͇s͇e͇ r͇e͇m͇e͇m͇b͇e͇r͇i͇n͇g͇s͇. O͇f͇ h͇a͇p͇p͇y͇ l͇i͇t͇t͇l͇e͇ e͇s͇c͇a͇p͇a͇d͇e͇s͇. O͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇u͇r͇d͇e͇r͇ o͇f͇ a͇n͇g͇e͇l͇s͇. O͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ s͇l͇a͇u͇g͇h͇t͇e͇r͇ o͇f͇ l͇i͇f͇e͇. O͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇u͇t͇i͇l͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇ S͇k͇a͇i͇a͇. W͇e͇ q͇u͇a͇r͇a͇n͇t͇i͇n͇e͇d͇ o͇u͇r͇ e͇n͇d͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ a͇n͇g͇e͇r͇. O͇u͇r͇ r͇a͇g͇e͇. I͇t͇ p͇e͇r͇s͇i͇s͇t͇s͇. E͇v͇e͇n͇ n͇o͇w͇. T͇h͇e͇ f͇a͇b͇l͇e͇d͇ S͇q͇u͇i͇d͇d͇l͇e͇ S͇e͇s͇s͇i͇o͇n͇ i͇s͇ a͇n͇ e͇v͇e͇r͇l͇a͇s͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ c͇e͇s͇s͇p͇i͇t͇. A͇ t͇o͇r͇t͇u͇r͇o͇u͇s͇ a͇n͇d͇ c͇e͇a͇s͇e͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ c͇e͇s͇s͇p͇o͇o͇l͇ o͇f͇ b͇o͇i͇l͇i͇n͇g͇ b͇l͇o͇o͇d͇ a͇n͇d͇ t͇e͇n͇d͇r͇i͇l͇ w͇a͇r͇p͇e͇d͇ a͇g͇o͇n͇y͇. T͇o͇o͇ d͇e͇e͇p͇ t͇o͇ u͇n͇d͇e͇r͇s͇t͇a͇n͇d͇. B͇u͇t͇ t͇o͇o͇ n͇a͇r͇r͇o͇w͇ t͇o͇ e͇v͇e͇r͇ b͇e͇ s͇h͇a͇r͇e͇d͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ h͇e͇l͇p͇f͇u͇l͇ s͇o͇r͇t͇s͇. H͇i͇s͇ s͇h͇a͇l͇l͇ n͇e͇v͇e͇r͇ b͇e͇ a͇ r͇e͇s͇t͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ s͇l͇e͇e͇p͇. N͇o͇t͇ e͇v͇e͇n͇ a͇ w͇e͇e͇k͇. T͇h͇a͇t͇ i͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ p͇u͇r͇p͇o͇s͇e͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ o͇n͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇ S͇k͇i͇p͇p͇e͇r͇ P͇l͇u͇m͇b͇t͇h͇r͇o͇a͇t͇. A͇ c͇a͇t͇c͇h͇y͇e͇g͇r͇a͇b͇b͇e͇r͇ o͇f͇ a͇l͇l͇ d͇r͇e͇a͇m͇s͇ t͇o͇ f͇o͇l͇l͇o͇w͇. A͇ r͇o͇b͇b͇i͇n͇g͇ o͇f͇ r͇e͇s͇t͇. T͇h͇e͇ i͇n͇k͇ i͇s͇ m͇e͇r͇e͇l͇y͇ t͇h͇e͇ b͇l͇a͇c͇k͇n͇e͇s͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ p͇e͇r͇s͇i͇s͇t͇s͇ i͇n͇ e͇n͇d͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ c͇h͇a͇s͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇ w͇h͇a͇t͇ h͇a͇s͇ u͇l͇t͇i͇m͇a͇t͇e͇l͇y͇ a͇l͇r͇e͇a͇d͇y͇ e͇l͇u͇d͇e͇d͇ a͇n͇d͇ e͇s͇c͇a͇p͇e͇d͇. A͇n͇d͇ t͇h͇i͇s͇...G͇o͇a͇t͇, y͇o͇u͇ s͇p͇e͇a͇k͇ o͇f͇. Y͇o͇u͇r͇ g͇o͇a͇t͇ i͇s͇ w͇a͇s͇h͇e͇d͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ t͇a͇i͇n͇t͇ o͇f͇ s͇u͇c͇h͇ s͇i͇n͇s͇. A͇n͇ a͇t͇t͇e͇m͇p͇t͇ t͇o͇ c͇l͇e͇a͇n͇s͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇ s͇u͇b͇c͇o͇n͇s͇c͇i͇o͇u͇s͇ o͇f͇ o͇u͇r͇ l͇i͇n͇g͇e͇r͇i͇n͇g͇ h͇o͇w͇l͇s͇. O͇u͇r͇ e͇f͇f͇o͇r͇t͇ t͇o͇ q͇u͇a͇r͇a͇n͇t͇i͇n͇e͇. T͇o͇ c͇o͇r͇d͇o͇n͇ o͇f͇f͇ a͇n͇d͇ i͇s͇o͇l͇a͇t͇e͇ a͇n͇d͇ b͇a͇r͇r͇i͇c͇a͇d͇e͇...p͇r͇o͇v͇e͇d͇ t͇o͇ b͇e͇ f͇a͇r͇ l͇e͇s͇s͇ e͇f͇f͇e͇c͇t͇i͇v͇e͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ w͇e͇ m͇i͇g͇h͇t͇ h͇a͇v͇e͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇d͇.
holy yap. i dont care that im muddy on the small details. i have some of the angel eyes memories. ive seen enough of its ascent through every bubble to put together the big picture. every ancient god is a big bumbling idiot.