You gotta ❤️ McSweeneys, especially for the gurgling blood vomit-laughter I mean what’s not to love –> A Phone Conversation Between Dread Lord Nyarlathotep and a Minor Shoggoth Regarding Investigating Rival Great Old One, Hastur.
MINOR SHOGGOTH: Congratulations to you, too, sir. This season’s Soul Harvest was particularly heinous and effective for us, as well. We learned from the best, if we’re being honest over here. Thanks to your continuous night-reign of absolute horror, it has been that much easier on our end to instigate the Doomed Era in our neck of the woods.
NYARLATHOTEP: [THE SOUND OF ONE MILLION BLINKING EYES]
MINOR SHOGGOTH: (laughter) Yes, yes. That, too. I should hope we converse both over the phone and through nightmare visions more often. It could only help us both in ensuring our legions are as endless and all-encompassing as we promised during our respective campaign seasons.
NYARLATHOTEP: [UNINTELLIGIBLE COMBINATION OF LOCUST WINGS AND TV STATIC]