Boredom. It sucks. So you get off your ass to buy a ritual set, simple. Nothing serious since it's stupid fun and something to laugh at as you roleplay as some cultist so you whip out your credit card and make the purchase. 2 days later, the set comes in a box. You quickly take it inside and you look at the items and wow. Okay, it somehow looks more real than you imagined, the blade? It shines and tapping it you can feel the steel. But whatever, you are interested in the ritual stuff. NOW HERE IS WHERE IT BEGINS! SORRY FOR WRITING ALOT! JUST TRYING TO SET THE SCENE! Blah, blah, blah, do this, do that. You draw the circle, the stars, all of that business to finally start. The lights are off, the candles ignited and your eyes skim over the text, chanting it with all of your heart and soul. Unexpected wasn't it? You dwebble in black magic and something happens, like some eldritch being infront of you that can easily claim your sanity and crush it. It comes into light, their dark frame can be seen, approximately 6'3, tentacles hanging from her mouth as her eyes are fully red with a pink shine "WHY DID YOU SUMMON ME HERE MORTAL?! YOU SHOULD'VE HEEDED THE WARNINGS BUT YOU BROUGHT DOOM QUICKER TO REALITY THAN EXPECTED."