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Back in 1999 the boss had another one of his millennia parties on New Year’s Eve. While the rest of the waking world was raving about doomsday and Y2K I was rubbing elbows with some of the most stuck up prats I’d ever seen. Once every thousand years you know, I had to be there to represent the court no matter how much I fucking hate those parties. I was nursing my booze waiting for the cosmic ball to drop.

( That’s when I met Cthulhu. )

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