Cthulhu. My teacher. My savior. My master. None of you understand "why", it seems. I can explain. I lost my father recently. All of you know this. Here is something none of you know. Cthulhu was haunting my dreams. And had been for many weeks, at least the past 4. I had seen dad bossed around and berated, and did not wish my own life to be that way. I was offered my father back, my families safety and peace during sleep. I would be taken anyways. Would'nt you do the same?