The Elder Gods are not morning beings.
In a darkened underground room, lit by candles gather 13 men in crimson robes. Their leader leads them in chanting. A long dead language not spoken aloud in many years. Elder high priest : Brothers, it is time. I hold in my hand the vial, mixed according to the ancient scriptures of the People Time Forgot. Fermenting for the past month it is now ready. We 13 will awaken our elder god, and sit at his right hand as he wipes out the world and makes it anew. 12 priests say in unison : In time forgotten, let the chaos bring the light and truth. Elder high priest : Dalturx , awaken. We your subjects call on you, by the pax of the Old Circle, we pass this vial amongst us, drinking of it as you will drink of our souls. 12 priests say one after the other as they each take a sip from the vial : My soul quench your great thirst, oh Dalturx. Elder high priest holding up his hands, making ancient complicated mystical symbols : Awaken Dalturx, Great one, bring us your chaos, your light, and your truth.... Awaken! A darkness and cold embrace the 13, as a low rumbling sound like rocks scraping against each other fills the underground room. A powerful voice in a language none of them have ever heard spoken vibrates through each of them, causing them pain and blood to trickle out of their ears. Silence... Then the elder high priest screams and falls to the floor. Dalturx : YOUR MIND IS DISTASTEFUL. WHAT IS THIS TONGUE I HAVE PULLED FROM IT? AH. ENGLISH. THIS IS THE TOUNGE YOU OFFEND ME WITH. WHY HAVE YOU AWAKENED ME? Elder high priest picks himself up and stands on shaking legs. : Lord, it is we who have brought you back to the awakened state. To walk the world and judge. To bring your glory to those who please, and feast on the unworthy. Dalturx : WHEN IS THIS? WHAT TIME IS NOW? WHAT IS THE YEAR? Elder high priest : Great lord, it is the time of the Fire Star. The year is 2014, February the 25th as we humble humans measure time. Dalturx : 2014? AND YOU HAVE SEEN FIT TO AWAKEN ME? Elder high priest : Great lord, the comet has come. The time for your awakening is now. Dalturx turns to look down directly at his elder high priest, shuffles his tentacles like fingers, raises a massive fist and slams it down crushing the elder high priest into a wet pulpy mass of crushed bone and meat with a sickening "splat" Dalturx looks around at his remaining 12 priests. Horror and confusion painted on their faces. Dalturx : FEBRUARY IS TOO COLD. GIVE ME 10 MORE YEARS SLUMBER. The remaining 12 priests are all staring at the crushed remains of their elder high priest. Dalturx cleans the blood and bone from his mighty fist and notices them all staring. Dalturx : I BELIEVE YOU CALL THAT "HITTING THE SNOOZE ALARM". TEN MORE YEARS. CLEAN THE MESS ON THE FLOOR UP. QUIETLY. OH AND BLOW THE CANDLES OUT AS YOU LEAVE.