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The origins of Thanksgiving lie in Plymouth, Massachusetts, in the year 1066
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| You know, Cthulhu, I don't think we take enough time to be thankful for the things we have been blessed enough to experience. | |
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| You've got a good point there, my friend. A very good point. I'm very thankful for the screaming insanity I bring to mortal minds, for instance, their thoughts bubbling away like spit on a hot stone. | |
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| Like the howling of the flesh-trees I sculpted from the penitent and the proud alike, their human lives ended merely to amuse my own unfathomable alien cruelties, valet to a host of dementations. | |
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| I think we're all thankful for that, my friend. Why, when I look around this lovely forest, at the natives wailing in their own filth as their minds are torn screaming into insanity...I give thanks. | |
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The motto: just because someone wrote it in a book doesn't make it any less stupid or untrue.
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| ...the hell you talking about, man? This is so the last time I let you narrate one of these things. | |
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| Look, I'm just reading from the book. I mean, if you can't trust "Uncle Howard Phillips' Tales of Thanksgyving Past" then what can you trust? | |
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