My boss qualifies though. That’s right. I report to one of the Old Ones. It’s my job to try to keep the fabric of Earth together while creatures tied to its myriad dimensions do their best to fuck it up. The dimensions with populations that have acquired technology are starting to make my job even harder than it was. Some little madman, tyrant of a country that occupies half a small island, is always threatening to blow the entire planet to smithereens if the rest of the dimension doesn’t agree to fart his national anthem. Guess how much I’d like to just take him out? Just grab him by his ridiculous haircut and throw him into space? But that’s neither here nor there, I guess. It’s just the job. And needless to say, I’m barred from acting on my own fantasies. The latest actual disaster to come along calls itself the Council. Excuse my snort. That little band of brats behaves as if they’ve forgotten that there are beings in the multiverse that dwarf their power. Some idiot instructor gave them my domain as a homework assignment.
What do You think about CARNAL, The Beast Who Loved Me?
