Consumed by the Monster Unbearable

Cthulhu cannot be described -- there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of matter, force and cosmic order. A mountain walks or stumbles. God! The Thing of the idol, the green sticky spawn of the stars, has awakened to claim his own. Your insignificant gesture means nothing to the Great Old Ones!

You are swept up by the flabby claws and consigned to a death more horrible that you care to imagine. Ia Fhtagn!!!