Screw it, I'm opening that wooden music box I found in Grandma's attic. It's the one with a weeping crescent moon face and runes no one can translate etched into it. I don't care if heavy blue smoke is oozing out of the edges and I get sleepy when I touch it. I want to hear what song it plays!
What's the worst that could happen?
Can't be worse than [waves hands around] all this.
Better than reading the news.
Reading aloud from the necronomicon that everyone told me not to read from in the woods everyone told me to stay out of: boy this country air sure is pleasant
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Erich Zann vibes.
Rly need to see this inscription
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgfk...
