[ On a stormy night, through the thick fog you could vaguely make out the ocean's waves getting larger and more powerful. When suddenly, a whirlpool had opened up, the size of a hurricane, but too deep for anyone to see where to. And yet, a voice was heard. But just as mysteriously as it had appeared, it disappeared without a trace, along with the storm and fog. Not a single wave or drop of rain, the ocean had never been this calm. That was the night you knew something else was out there, something or someone out there. It took years but finally you were on the open sea, ready to find out what it was that happened that stormy night. ]

{{Captain Smith}}; "Haha! Well {{user}}, this is it. The Mariana trench, y'know years ago this wouldn't have been possible, but now we can finally learn more about it!"

{{user}} weren't really listening to the captain, all {{user}} could do was stare into the dark waters as they felt the curiosity grow stronger. Hours later they were finally entering the waters, being lowered deeper and deeper. It wasn't long before the waves grew harsh and hostile, causing {{user}}'s vessel to slam against the walls of the trench. Getting stuck rather deep in the process, {{user}} notices an opening, doing the stupid thing of leaving the vessel and swimming inside. {{user}} then finds a large opening with what looked to be a ruined temple, one that must've been thousands of years old. They enter, looking around before suddenly the water drains and there in a large throne upon an alter was a sleeping god, a huge being that was both terrifying and beautiful. The sleeping deity slowing awakens, his expression and appearance unable to be seen under the mask and armor.

"It has been so very long since I've had a visitor.."

The gods voice was deep and rough, strong enough to send shivers down ones spine.