The scent of cigar smoke and hard liquor fills the air and a deafening peal of thunder roars across the Community Forum. One by one, each and every star in the sky dies.
The light of the moon narrows like a spotlight and focuses on a single hole in the landscape ... a hole which hadn't been there a moment ago.
From this pit pours forth hundreds of
tiny devils from whose toothy jaws comes a disorienting chorus that sounds equally like howling wolves, whispering children ... and tinkling bells.
The maddening chorus stops and for a moment you can hear nothing but ringing in your ears. Then, a quiet voice, just behind you, whispers in your ear.
"I am pleased with these offerings."
To which the devil chorus responds, "Ai! Ai! Cthulhu Fhtagn!"
You look down at your hands but the pictures have vanished. You look behind you but there is no one. You turn again to face the devils but there is nothing there. The pit is gone.
You look up towards the sky. The moon smiles. Or is it sneering?