Steaming, mud-covered and wet, a mighty Cyclopean City of spires and monoliths and confused geometries that seem to shiver and warp before the eyes. Water poured from the Black Ramparts and queerly mingled amoung the angled towers, and green slime oozed thickly down its prehuman edificies, and walls, as though the city had suddenly burst into the sunlight after aeons at the bottom of the sea. S. Paulsen
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Doctorslime
email@example.com (tbr) In his house at R'Lyeh dead Cthulhu
waits dreaming, as aeons go by even death may die...