H P Lovecraft dropped by last night, I called him forth to celebrate his 120th birthday. We played Arkham Horror. Cthulhu was defeated by a nun with a cross and a tommy gun. He said something evocative about abyssms of horror, and returned to the grave. But he took the entire line of Arkham Horror with him (the price of calling him up), and now the dead are complaining that coffins are not built big enough.

Hes learned a few lessons by now, and who can say they have not got anything to learn?
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