We were against Yig. Bob and Rita were dead. Gloria was about to die, and Wilson was soon to follow.
Yig had one hit left. By that I mean one success. Gloria had the Sword of Glory, and Wilson had two (!) Enchanted Blades and a Cryptozoology collection. Not like it mattered—Wilson had Endurance. A guaranteed added success, which meant a guaranteed win.
And then it happened:
"Finally, the strain was too great, and I collapsed to my knees, murmuring terrible words – my voice growing ever louder with every repetition – 'Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Fthagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!'"
Bob and Rita succumb to the madness.