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Deep below the surface of the earth, all feel a terrible rumbling as something foul and evil is summoned. A nearly subsonic rumble calls the name "Dron" at 140 decibels, inflicting 4d6 damage on all. The bedrock of the very thread splits assunder as the being known only as Elyl claws its way to the surface with fangs dripping gore and claws drenching in the foulest of ichors. Elyl rears one of his many heads and screams blasphemies from a non-euclidean mouth.
NEWTONIAN PHYSICS IS A MERE APPROXIMATION OF THE TRUE WORLD ORDER. NOW WHERE'S THE 'TALLICA?
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