Every minute, an cthulhu monstrosity disappears from lack of worshippers.
If they require worshipers, they ain't cthuloid.
You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
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