(April 24, 2013 at 4:56 am)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: Bananas. Cold, dead hands. Come get some.
Hey now... you know me. I'll tell you when you're doing something foolish, but I'll never stop you until it's going to affect me or someone I really like.
I don't, however, look forward to killing bananified Chtulhu come a few years from now

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day