There are things that the mightiest wizards dare not speak of, and even the gods themselves dare not confront: Great Cthulhu, the Black Goat, the Crawling Chaos, the Unspeakable One. It is said that long ago They ruled and terrorized the world, possibly even other worlds and dimensions. Something must have happened to Them, because all that remains now are cyclopean ruins, servitor races, and sanity-eroding records. They slumber in death-like states, or are imprisoned outside of space and time. For now. They stir in Their sleep. They test the boundaries of Their prisons. Eventually They will wake and free themselves. Eventually They will return. What then? Will They crush the cities of man underhoof, devouring everyone they find? Will the world be transformed in accordance to Their whims, or will it be reduced to a blackened cinder? The only sure thing is that They’re going to win, and it’s better to be at Their side then in Their path. Granted They’ll likely crush or devour you anyway, but it can’t hurt to hedge the odds in your favor.