The sea is but a simple clock.

Every second comes a playful wave,
each minute marked by lazy tides.

Upon each hour the great oceans reclaim the land as the icecaps melt, and our dark lord rises from the deep to consume us all.

Tick tock.

@timhutton if you’re 200’ above sea level you’re pretty good… invest in the rust belt

@city reddit.com/r/Lovecraft/comment
"Second-to-minutes: major insanity within minutes at the emergence of Great Cthulhu all along the pacific region. Massive earth quakes in some regions. Madpeople world wide scream, some die, others attack their staff muttering strange languages. A region in the pacific starts boiling without heat. Planes drop from the sky, the crews mad and delerious..."

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