Three words. Well one word actually but three times, well 2 and a half is usually enough. Hastur! Hastur! Hastur! and hope that Aldebaran is over the horizon. If you have one Old One roaming the Earth why not make it two?
I would fight, calling upon my own god to help me save as many people as I could. Though this would more likely just give me a noble death than actually save me or anyone else.
He is a giant octopus/dragon god that sleeps beneath the sea, cast down by the other elder gods, denied his birthright! Worship him and become his pawn!! CTHULU FATAGIN!!!
Sacrifice all that is close to me to please him, only to realize that he is a metaphor for my own insanity and that I murdered my family in cold blood. Then I go on to worship him, becoming a mad cultist. Cthulu fhatgn!
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