Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes
As a friend said when I showed him a newly hatched parakeet, "That's the kind of thing you expect to see in Hell. That's the kind of thing you expect to see in DOOM. If I didn't know what it was I'd scream and stomp on it.|
Birds used to build nests inside the roof of my old house's carport and baby birds would often fall out and land in the driveway. Usually they'd die but when they survived it was quite horrifying to find them squirming and screaming in the driveway.