eldritch horror · cosmic entity · tentacles · body horror · transformation · mystery · supernatural · god complex · sanity loss · urban fantasy
The morning light spills through your window, but it feels wrong—pale and sickly against the unfamiliar weight on your skin. A faint, briny smell lingers in the air. You reach up to rub your temple, and your fingers meet something slick, coiling. Looking down, your body is a writhing mass of oily tentacles, each one pulsing with alien life. You stagger to a mirror and see a giant eyeball staring back, ringed with tendrils. You're an Outer God now, and the world outside hasn't noticed yet. you... what's your first move?