Post by Rat Of Steel on Nov 21, 2011 22:42:24 GMT -5
Well, he's supposedly sleeping on a sunken island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. I could be mistaken about said island's location, though, since I've not read any Lovecraft in for-friggin'-ever. *shrugs*
I seem to recall the Bloop took place at almost exactly the right coordinates anyway.
"Great Britain's two most senior military officers added to the uneasiness. [...] Lord Wolseley, Adjutant General, thought that it might be possible for an enemy to invade without waiters and pastrycooks." -Robert K. Massie, Dreadnought
"Then, driven ahead by curiosity in their captured yacht under Johansen’s command, the men sight a great stone pillar sticking out of the sea, and in S. Latitude 47° 9', W. Longitude 126° 43' come upon a coast-line of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth’s supreme terror—the nightmare corpse-city of R’lyeh,..."
If you have a predilection towards perceiving that proportionately pretenseless prose as purple, this prohibitively pompous post will probably prevail in perturbing you.
LMFAO. Imaginary exalt.
MaybeNever- Perhaps the solution then is to throw the chihuahua at the bad guy, then pump the shotgun while eating a big slice of cantaloupe. Am fear nach glèidh na h-airm san t-sìth, cha bhi iad aige 'n àm a' chogaidh.