I Don’t Think You’re Ready For This Jelly
on December 14, 2012 at 3:00 amI thought about calling this comic “I don’t think you’re ready for this ELDRITCH jelly” but it seamed wordy.
Now before I get taken to task by a well meaning Lovecraft nerd about the reproductive habits or lack thereof of Elder Gods do keep in mind this isn’t a very serious comic. It’s artistic license. Also for all we know before he passed away it was entirely possible that H.P. Lovecraft was going to write a sequal to “Call of Cthulhu” that would be in the style of an 80′s family sitcom. (Though probably not)
I imagine Cthulhu being a single dad trying to make it in these crazy times while taking care of his various spawn. He/she/it would of course work at an advertising agency set to warp and drive the mortals mad. Yet he would alway have time when troublesome guests such as his crazy brother in law Narlahotep would stop by and sleep on his couch.
Oh the crazy tentacled hijinks that will ensue.
I really have a bad habit of making these posts for my zombie comic so late at night, my tired brain wanders and I have to share whatever silliness comes out of it.
I know that our human friend is probably hiding in the ship somewhere, but where is Moon?
Probably cowering below as well. It’s a private chat between the dead and an undying elder god.
I can imagine a “Different strokes” kinda show, or maybe “All in the Family”
Narlahotep: Hey Cthulhu, the Shoggoths and I are heading out to sow the seeds of Chaos over New England.
Cthulhu: Whatcho talkin’ about Narlahotep!?
Watcho talin’ about Narlahotep….. That should be on a shirt.
Or at least a sticker right?
Sex only once every billion years or so? No wonder he is so cranky.
Worse… he reproduces asexually. Kinda like giant evil bacteria.
At least he doesn’t reproduce hermaphroditically
That would make anyone even more cranky.
Now, I’m no expert on anything Lovecraftian, but the impression I got was that Cthulhu was “born” (engendered) already dead (undead), and that his periods of stasis were essentially just reverting to his natural dead state, until something impinges on his (its?) consciousness, and as such, any acts of procreation would not be naturally possible, but rather would require an exercise of his spooky Elder-Godly powers.
Of course, this is just my impression after reading the story, and seeing a couple of adaptions of the story (including one being done in the style of Dr. Seuss)