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The deep lord inspects the living quarters being left
behind. They must be right and ready for his return. Green is good, yes,
it pleases Chibithulu.
Chibithulu naps for a couple of hours while the minions pack the
transport.
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Those minions being left behind must have instructions to
follow while Chibithulu is gone. Without direction they will do
nothing. Chibithulu expects results.
The large minion being left behind must be watched, he is a tricky one.
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Ready to depart, the Deep Lord commanded that he should
captain the vehicle. However, a matter of logistics made it necessary to
turn the task over to one of the minions. Cursed be this chibi body!
(3)
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Instead, Chibithulu will command from the upper deck, a
fierce body guard to watch his back. From here he will navigate and advise
his minions where he wishes to go.
Regrettably, this would later prevent his access to a key military
site, and he would fall asleep and fail to advise his minions to stop at
the political capital.
(4)
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The Deep Lord, Chibithulu surveys the land his minions
oversee.
He is displeased.
There need be many more suffering souls, and a lot more plaster. And
duct tape.
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Chibithulu considers the marker stone. Could it be a sign
from his minions? Surely, such an event would be a sign of the darkness to
come.
(6)
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Chibithulu finds a fallen monolith. Certainly a great battle
with the forces of darkness brought such a giant down. Chibithulu is
pleased, his servants prove to be stronger again and again.
He happily cracks open a beer.
(7)
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Chibithulu pauses for a moment as driving winds rip around
him. He considers this site for his throne, this convenient facsimile
serving him to sample the area. He decides it is much too sandy.
(8)
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Chibithulu observes the constant rolling of the great ocean.
He happily muses over a mental image of wave after wave of twisted minions flooding ashore, like
those breakers he views, engulfing humanity in its horror.
Yes, it is a happy thought.
(9)
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Taking to wing, proving those who suppose him incapable
of flight wrong, Chibithulu zips along the beach, marking it's magnificent
length for purposes of destruction.
He gets dive-bombed by a seagull and curses all winged creatures, then nose-dives into the sand as a result of his own curse.
(10)
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The relentless waves put Chibithulu into a sleep filled with
happy nightmares.
(11)
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Chibithulu enters a local eatery to use it's communication
device in order to check in on his minions at home, but finds the establishment's
equipment is horribly out of date. He devours the entire stock of fresh
oysters as retribution, then falls asleep in the deep fryer and is almost
served as calamari by misunderstanding.
(12)
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