DNA is only so diverse...

DNA is only so diverse...

When your race

is as old

as the universe,

then there are bound

to be some problems

hidden in your gene pool.

Regardless of which Great Old One you serve:

be it Father Dagon, Mother Hydra, Yog-sothoth,

or even mighty Cthulhu,

there are still limitations

when yer mom and dad do that

"do that they do” (and make you).

Variation is an imperative.

Sadly,

when you’re one of countless brethren

isolated in benthic oceanic realms,

hidden from sight of moral men

by energies both arcane and horrible,

then variation in one’s makeup is about as rare

as hen’s teeth.

So every once in a while,

one of us is born with

less than savory characteristics.

Usually, this is no issue - after all

we know none of us are winning

any beauty pageants. Nevertheless it is pretty tough,

being an inbred Deep One.

Art Source: "afishman" (c)/by gimaldinov
Story and Characters: (c)/by Brannon Hollingsworth

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Hurry...hurry...hurry....must be done a'for he returny....

Hurry...hurry...hurry....must be done a'for he returny....

What was the formulae again? How did the spell begin? Oh, it is so hard to remember when your brain starts getting limber. So hard to think when you're losing all your zinc and when the sprouts they start a'sprouting and the shouts start all a'shouting.

Was it this old book or that new book where the secret words were hid? I cannot remember what my Master did!

Was it salt, was it lime? Why can't I remember all the time? I guess it's just your lot in life when your fate is fork and knife! Did he draw a circle or a square...was it drawn on dirt or air? Oh, this is such a nightmare - all I want is what is mine!

Wait, I think I see it here - this bag, it's hide of deer. Yes, it says it very clear... Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! I hear the footsteps oh-so-clear.

I must quickly cast the spell and I so hope I do it well. Chant the words and hope they're swell if my death I am to quell! The magic happens, I can tell and the life within me begins to swell.

Inside me, somethings moving like a flood. Like sloshing mud is my life's blood. Let me tell you its some crud to be a heartless construct spud...

Art Source: "zoweew" (c)/by herrou
Derivative work by Brannon Hollingsworth

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