It took a few minutes for my old desktop computer to boot up. But I checked the modem, and at least our internet was working. I started a search: what, I asked Google, were “yog sauces”? It didn’t sound like a nickname for a new street d**g. I scrolled through pages of results without finding anything useful. I found entries for yogourt sauces, and sites where yoga shared space with recipes for peanut and tahini sauces. I was on the wrong track, I thought. Chances were slim that the crowd in the stadium had been chanting about their favourite yogourt. Then, as if reading my mind, an entry caught my attention. “Yog-Sothoth,” it read cheerily, “is not yogurt sauce.” I clicked through to the site and read:
YOG-SOTHOTH is the eldest and most powerful of the Great Old Ones who are redoubling t
