“Well…that’s true. But I suppose, technically—and I stress that technically—I am not actually a god. I am a Great Old One. A demigod, you might say.” Hillman closed the file. “Oh,” he said. “I see.” “It’s more or less the same thing,” persisted Cthulhu. “I do all the same things. Apparitions. Impregnating. You name it. I have cards for the lounges in Asgard and Olympus. Gold cards.” “These things are all well and good, but…”
