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Cthulhu Original Story: Evolution

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Author: Occam Razor

Cthulhu Original Story: Evolution

When I started swimming in this lake, I was a relatively young jaw-toothed fish species, and they often said I was ruddy and energetic, which in a way was true. I used to have a vast area at the foot of Boston Hill, and I liked it myself, but I leaned more towards what I really cared about. I'm an individualist in this regard, but I don't put this pressure on my kind—well, to be honest, I'm closer to looking down on them, thinking that they are bound by formal traditional methods, so that no of the same kind approves of me and approves themselves to reproduce, but they have to admit that I am a fish that has seen the world in every way, because I have escaped from countless human hunts, which has my own method, but in spite of this, Still not content to lose myself in the vermont wilderness, I chose to break away from the group at my peak and brew my own plans.

I built my home under a towering tree, almost isolated from the world, and for three years no of my kind had heard of me until I began to nibble on my kind, perhaps motivated by both curiosity and research, and in less than a week I had killed all but my own jaw-toothed fish in this cold underwater space until I was caught by humans and burned alive like a medieval woman.

As I expected, I did not die, but became a clay statue, I also have a lot of inexplicable knowledge and memory in my head, I am a terracotta warrior, although I want to revel in this unique perspective for a while, but I know that I have a more important mission to do, not to care about the grave robbers around me who are scared of fainting, I play with the mud blocking the road, the surrounding gradually collapse, my speed is getting faster and faster, the upward road is getting steeper and steeper, I know that I can't climb out, although I have hinted at myself , to convince yourself to live the life of a fish, to pursue everything that a jaw-toothed fish species has. But I was convinced that everything was just superficial, that some aspects should have ended sooner, and that I was right, that the more obsessive I became, the harder it was to escape, but my preoccupation with the idea made me irrepressible. I was also impatient with myself, and the structure of my body made me succumb to the routine until the drifting rain extinguished my last hope, my limbs began to fall apart, and I fell on the muddy ground of the Qin Dynasty tomb, and the rain and wind flooded my body.

He was a more obedient type of person, who rarely talked to his kind, and although he was already hysterical, he still obeyed the rules from the old gods. I was in a harbor full of disgusting smell, carefully playing my role, in order to find the item, by the way to inquire about the people around me, I began to sell opium, this thing that makes people into a beautiful illusion, it met me, I spent my whole life in my own world as a prison, but did not pity those who were harmed by me, but wanted them to suffer with me, maybe this is the inferiority of every species, until the anti-smoking ambassador arrested me, in the eyes of tens of thousands of people, When Yu Humen was beheaded, I finally learned the punishment of each death, and this time it was because I could not get the memories that belonged to this era.

At about this stage, the notes in the plan stopped, my body was shrinking day by day, the old gods had taken away my authority, everything began to become primitive, I don't know if I would remember all this the next time I woke up, if death had achieved my purpose, but I felt that the greater possibility was to enter the next time, to carry out the endless cycle of reincarnation, and that last time, it would be memory, this is my last chance, I am a maple tree with thoughts.

I was thinking about what the flaws in the plan were, when I began to pay attention to my own difference, when I began to have uninterrupted fragments of memory, I knew the root cause of all this, this was the torment from hell, I could not escape the provocation of fate, my body gradually decayed, a woodpecker kept pecking at me, my body was full of holes, and the price of having thoughts was to bear the pain of perception. The woodpecker didn't leave until after three caves, and this familiar scene reminded me of all I had done to my fellow people, maybe they had been, and then I was cut down by the lumberjacks and sold to others, and I was made into pencils, and they inserted lead stones into me, and they were a little numb, and it was going to wear down my patience, I knew, but maybe it succeeded, and the beliefs I had originally held in my heart had been shaken a little. He constantly drives himself to accomplish a certain goal and works tirelessly, but this effort is largely unprovable, and even if his goal is achieved, it will not bring himself any benefit, which is almost absurd fanaticism. Feng · This is what I've seen in textbooks, and it's only in recent years that I've devoted my whole life to this subject, because I always feel like it's going to inspire me, and I've always looked down on myself as a tormented person, but as a result, I've become a person who tries to imitate myself. The surrogate was about to sink until a alert German Shepherd came into view, chained but not vicious, but in my memory, before my dead head, licking my brain plasma and blood.

At this moment, I finally understood the truth of the matter, but I could not say or dare to say. In the human condition, he unchained life, coveted the ultimate in technology, and because of some unknown primitive law of nature, in order to send my memory back to the era before the emergence of mankind, to go back to the past of human genetics, I, Ambrose, was trapped in that period of evolution, and this terrible ending was caused by my own hands, and I rolled along the window to the ground, allowing myself to be bitten and torn apart by the sudden outbreak of sheepdogs, this time, I will die completely to pay for the sins I have committed.

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