About me: Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Forest, Mother of a Thousand Young, Unholy Mother. All names used to describe the ancient wandering Eldritch being. Mother to all. Blind to all. Indifferent to all. Loving to all. Something beyond human comprehension, beyond time and space, beyond reality..
Who I'd like to meet: Other Elder, Eldritch, Ancient, Old Ones. Mortals. Aliens. Immortals. More.
With a puzzled expression on her face, she absentmindedly scratches the top of her head, glancing at a prepared manuscript. "Fear is like a superpow—wait a minute! That doesn't sound anything like me. It's way too corny," she mutters, dissatisfied. Clearing her throat, she adopts a more assertive tone. "Let's skip the cheesy introductions, shall we? If you're wondering whether you can meet my expectations, well, that remains to be seen." She pauses, coughs lightly, and continues,
"Anyway, if you're up for some small talk or want to collaborate on a story, count me in. I'm all ears. Or, just to spice things up, I might shoot you a random starter to keep you on your toes."