Mother Nature, she is a fierce, untamed beast. Lording her wiles over all who dare stand in her path.
Callous and unemotional. Cold and uncaring. She roars from her mighty head, sending forth beasts of creation to devour us all. The fall of the weak shall bring no comfort, yet ignite no fear. It’s the strong, the armoured, the battle-ready whose demises will drive panic into the hearts of men; struck down by a terror they never thought possible; shamed into subservience.
And the dawning of this new dark era will happen not at the top of a mountain, not in our city strongholds, but in a rockpool in Yallingup.
There starts our war of attrition, one we cannot possibly win.
Fear, dear friends. Fear. For the rise of Cthulhu is at hand.
