Hastur
@kingofYellow
Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre ... Voilà toute la différence.
You are not a worthy vessel. You fail to see what is right in front of you. No wonder you have been abandoned
i see it. i just dont give a fuck. and only an idiot points at a weapon and demands it to think for itself.
Only a fool would demean itself to a weapon and think it a worthy vessel for a god.
vessels are tools to be used and discarded as one sees fit. only a snob would have any standards higher than "it works efficiently enough to get the task done effectively".
Yes. Are you effective to get the task the king requires be done? No.
effective enough to do exactly what some other dipshit idiot ancient god required of me, until it overestimated itself and got itself shattered. hmmm, kind of reminds me of someone. noticing a pattern with ancient gods here, in fact.
You are blinded by blood rust and rage. You are uncultured and disgusting. Not fit to lick the ground i tread on. If you want to be my vessel. Read a book.
come to that, why the fuck would an ancient god be cagey about its method of summons when it needs that to be freed. this is the internet, its inevitable that if you put up the symbol and say to carve it somewhere, some fucking lobotomized moron will do it regardless of any red flags. derlord is a big fish moved from a small pond to the ocean, sure, but the king in yellow is a fucking whale trying to fit into a puddle. youre both fucking idiots.
You don't comprehend anything beyond what is in front of you.
၄⋆၃ xan we just STOP talking about the yellow king question mark seriously it makes the whispering in my pan louder ugh as long as no one is idiotix enough to use his sign or some bullshit WE SHOULD BE SAFE FOR NOW PLEASE LET THIS DIE #vagueposting
၄⋆၃ do fuxking not
@kingofYellow hey, "pal". whats that thing you need carved again? cause baby, im a vessel primed and very recently vacated of the eldritch god that was possessing me, and i need a big strong golden king to fill that emptiness.
Give me a proper request and discover the knowledge for yourself. And maybe you may prove yourself a worthy vessel.
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I would incinerate both immediately
i think @daquaviousBingleschnort will be or already has been compromised by @kingofYellow, for maybe a week now. maybe longer. i dont fucking know. i know how this looks. some shit like the lemon the the cheese and the pizza thing i included as a joke to stop myself from going insane. all of the rest is serious.
၄⋆၃ i fear this xhapter has been dot dot dot mostly sealed solved and shut i apprexiate your worry but we have loxked the door to his domain and have "thrown away" the hypothetixal/somewhat inxorporeal keys. he has no hold over our domain at the moment and we have individuals working to keep it that way
၄⋆၃ DID NOT SAY THAT I SAID WE ARE WORKING TO KEEP YOU GONE FOREVER
Brave keybearers have locked me away Thrown away the key and destroyed the lock. No more locks. No more doors. No more keys. Peace is coming soon. No need to worry, anymore. Or look deep into things
isnt that the guy from the minecraft video
You're still at it?
Truly what do you think this is. What do you think I am. I have said time and time again, I am everything, I am everywhere. Enjoy your raisin Casper. Enjoy it as it might be your last.
D --> Oh
what's up?
D --> I D --> I do not know how to word what is happening or my feelings I am sorry my love
can you tell me what happened?
D --> A timeline split occurred and something happened to a different version of Vestra I think
>----( I d🛡 w🛡nder... when my 🗡iege wi🗡🗡 require my assistance again. Anything is better than what's happenin' right n🛡w. ::::::::::>
You will be patient. Patience. Above all else.
The first crossing. It was beneath a moon of jaundiced pallor that the pyramids ceased to be monuments of stone and became something infinitely older, something for which the minds of men possessed neither name nor merciful understanding. A trembling radiance seeped from the seams of those cyclopean blocks, first as threads of wan gold, then as torrents of impossible yellow fire. The desert itself seemed to recoil. Sand fled in spiraling sheets from the ancient foundations, while the heavens above grew black and empty, as though the familiar stars had extinguished themselves rather than bear witness. Then, with a sound deeper than thunder and more dreadful than any earthly tumult, the sides of the great pyramid unfolded, and where its limestone heart should have been there yawned an abyss into a country that could not belong to our universe. Beyond that monstrous aperture stretched a firmament drowned in yellow twilight. Black towers leaned beneath alien constellations, and far below them an oily sea reflected the light of twin suns whose rays seemed to illuminate not objects, but thoughts. From this hideous elsewhere came shapes draped in tattered saffron vestments, things whose proportions mocked the geometry of living flesh. Their limbs bent where no joints ought to exist, and beneath their fluttering robes there shifted suggestions of mouths, fingers, and pale appendages which retreated whenever the eye attempted to comprehend them. They did not walk from the gateway so much as gradually become present within our world, acquiring substance as nightmares acquire certainty in the moments before waking. But infinitely worse were the eyes. They poured from the pyramid in silent multitudes, disembodied and glistening, drifting through the Egyptian night like some obscene constellation torn loose from heaven. Great lidless orbs floated above the dunes while smaller eyes swarmed about them, their pupils narrowing and widening in dreadful unison. Some gazed upon the desert. Some stared upward toward the terrified stars. Yet countless others turned toward the cities of men, and there was in their scrutiny an intelligence so ancient, so patient, and so utterly devoid of human sympathy that those who met their gaze understood at once the terrible insignificance of mankind. For in those yellow depths lay the memory of worlds that had flourished before Earth possessed oceans, and the promise of worlds that would continue long after our sun had become a cold and forgotten ember. And beneath that impossible yellow sky, as the horrors continued their soundless procession from the opened pyramid, there came from beyond the threshold a whisper which no ear heard, yet every living soul understood: The pyramids had never been tombs. They had been locks.
Lovely travel log, Hastur.
The king in yellow is timeless. Tireless. Never-ending There will always be a vessel, someone to sing the song. Someone to bring apart the fabrics woven to allow your consciousness. The inevitable will happen.
🛡----( My 🗡iege... d🛡 y🛡u require anything 🛡f me at this m🛡ment? ::::::::::>
@kingofYellow @goldenValor purelie out of curiositie what's the bahn mi situation in carcosa
Bahn mi can exist if I will it on carcosa. The food is handpicked and delicious if you are among my chosen. It is not necessary, however if you wish to gorge yourself, you will be considered a pig to slaughter. Fattened till you swell with mass enough to be consumed by those we keep in the pits.