Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key. Yog-Sothoth is the threshold.

Past, present, future. All are one in Yog-Sothoth.

“You need to paint the King of Beasts.”

Paints a perpetually confused inbred.

“…I’m going to allow this.”

Greetings, Kronar, Son of Man.

Jesus Christ! Supercar! Hoonin’ 'round the corner like a Yamaha!

In this period of history? The union is murdering the Jarls every couple of generations.

Maybe I’m just being prejudiced, but I don’t think I’ll be taking survival advice from an extinct species.

Ten fingers gives you either base six (one hand for zero magnitude, other hand for one magnitude) or base eleven (both hands for zero magnitude).

Three groups of fanboys. The modelling fans are pissed off over the shitty kitbash.

That’s literally what the dot means. Infinite nines.

Here’s one for adults:

0.9• = 1