And so the sinister Idol of V'thth was sent across the sea to Jeddah, where the ancient order who had created it could bind and destroy its corrupting power forever. It seemed the centuries-long nightmare was finally coming to an end.
But mid-journey, the container ship began acting strangely. It moaned and snapped, the very steel rending from the fury of otherworldly forces. Looking on in horror from lifeboats, the crew watched as tendrils of aether ripped the stern of the craft away, and dragged it down. Deep into the depths, where the sealed shipping container came to rest.
Upon reading of the accident, I dared to hope that this was the end, that the cursed Idol was finally lost where it could never be found again. But I know it yet lives. I can feel its voice haunting me still, scratching at the inside of my mind radiating madness from the inky depths where it lives it lives it will alwayscalltomenoescapeNOESCAPEFROMTHEDEPTHS