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[Jeremiah12LGeek]

Because seriously...

 

I half-expect to be hailing this thing as our new leader within my lifetime (Link to accompanying video for the image.)

 

[Jeremiah12LGeek]

I swear, during the second half of the video, the damn thing looks like Cthulhu staring straight at the camera... and grinning!

[JobacNoor]

On the list of things from the depths of the ocean that are total nightmare fuel, that wouldn't rank very high. It is peculiar, however.

[Jeremiah12LGeek]

Confirmation: Ocean is looking to conquer us.

 

We are totally aiming our missiles in the wrong direction.

[Jeremiah12LGeek]

On the list of things from the depths of the ocean that are total nightmare fuel, that wouldn't rank very high. It is peculiar, however.

 

Oh, sure, everything's cuddly up until it sucks your brains out through your eyeballs!

[Beerfish]

[Kaiser Arian XVII]

[Simfam]

Can't wait for us to find the Leviathans and awaken them.

[JobacNoor]

[Jeremiah12LGeek]

Can't wait for us to find the Leviathans and awaken them.

 

 

Seems like a good approach to war, too.

[Beerfish]

 

 

 

I may never go swimming again.

[The Devlish Redhead]

Because seriously...

 

I half-expect to be hailing this thing as our new leader within my lifetime (Link to accompanying video for the image.}

 

 

 

"waves"

 

 

Hi Harby

[The Devlish Redhead]

 

 

 

 

 

I may never go swimming again.

 

 

That is the barrelfish and it's evolved with a transparent head due to the depths at which it lives and lack of light.

[Jeremiah12LGeek]

 

*snip*

 

 

I took a little creative licence with one of those.

[Eternal Phoenix]

In other news there's this octopus species they've been studying that is actually quite social.

 

http://news.yahoo.co...-182058848.html

[EarthboundNess]

This one is also terrifying.

 

 

[Killdren88]

Praise be to the Old One. For he is mighty and Terrible

 

[JobacNoor]

 

Praise be to the Old One. For he is mighty and Terrible

 

 

 

Iä! Iä!

[Beerfish]

The thing is Cthulu is a total wimp.  Some crazy norse sea caption rammed him with a steam boat and split his head open. 

[Killdren88]

The thing is Cthulu is a total wimp.  Some crazy norse sea caption rammed him with a steam boat and split his head open. 

Someone get an inquisitor in here!

[mybudgee]

Beware; for the Seas are dark and full of terrors

[Kaiser Arian XVII]

The thing is Cthulu is a total wimp.  Some crazy norse sea caption rammed him with a steam boat and split his head open. 

 

Ta Da!
 

[Beerfish]

"But Johansen had not given out yet. Knowing that the Thing could surely overtake the Alert until steam was fully up, he resolved on a desperate chance; and, setting the engine for full speed, ran lightning-like on deck and reversed the wheel. There was a mighty eddying and foaming in the noisome brine, and as the steam mounted higher and higher the brave Norwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but Johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler would not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where—God in heaven!—the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance widened every second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting steam."

[Commander Rpg]

I've always feared the deep seas, I think it's my most atavic true fear in life: the unknown, the helplessness and the monstrosity lying within.

The Leviathan is what I think about the most when it comes to this. I remember having bloody day-nightmares when I was playing Cobra Triangle on the NES (I was 6-7 years old)

 

 

Spoiler

“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook,

    or press down its tongue with a cord?

Can you put a rope in its nose,

    or pierce its jaw with a hook?

Will it make many supplications to you?

    Will it speak soft words to you?

Will it make a covenant with you

    to be taken as your servant forever?

Will you play with it as with a bird,

    or will you put it on leash for your girls?

Will traders bargain over it?

    Will they divide it up among the merchants?

Can you fill its skin with harpoons,

    or its head with fishing spears?

Lay hands on it;

    think of the battle; you will not do it again!

Any hope of capturing it will be disappointed;

    were not even the gods overwhelmed at the sight of it?

No one is so fierce as to dare to stir it up.

    Who can stand before it?

Who can confront it and be safe?

    —under the whole heaven, who?

 

“I will not keep silence concerning its limbs,

    or its mighty strength, or its splendid frame.

Who can strip off its outer garment?

    Who can penetrate its double coat of mail?

Who can open the doors of its face?

    There is terror all around its teeth.

Its back is made of shields in rows,

    shut up closely as with a seal.

One is so near to another

    that no air can come between them.

They are joined one to another;

    they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

Its sneezes flash forth light,

    and its eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

From its mouth go flaming torches;

    sparks of fire leap out.

Out of its nostrils comes smoke,

    as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

Its breath kindles coals,

    and a flame comes out of its mouth.

In its neck abides strength,

    and terror dances before it.

The folds of its flesh cling together;

    it is firmly cast and immovable.

Its heart is as hard as stone,

    as hard as the lower millstone.

When it raises itself up the gods are afraid;

    at the crashing they are beside themselves.

Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail,

    nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

It counts iron as straw,

    and bronze as rotten wood.

The arrow cannot make it flee;

    slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.

Clubs are counted as chaff;

    it laughs at the rattle of javelins.

Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;

    it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

It makes the deep boil like a pot;

    it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

It leaves a shining wake behind it;

    one would think the deep to be white-haired.

On earth it has no equal,

    a creature without fear.

It surveys everything that is lofty;

    it is king over all that are proud.”

[Jeremiah12LGeek]

"But Johansen had not given out yet. Knowing that the Thing could surely overtake the Alert until steam was fully up, he resolved on a desperate chance; and, setting the engine for full speed, ran lightning-like on deck and reversed the wheel. There was a mighty eddying and foaming in the noisome brine, and as the steam mounted higher and higher the brave Norwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but Johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler would not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where—God in heaven!—the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance widened every second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting steam."

 

Little did that Norwegian know that he had just ridden his way through Cthulhu's foul otherworldly 'nads.