It had to be said that although the Cthulhu World's power system was formidable...
It still had quite a few shortcomings in various areas.
For instance, everyday entertainment and ways for its inhabitants to strengthen themselves through more varied means.
Of course, the main reason was probably that the Great Old Ones did nothing but eat and sleep. Hardly any of them ever thought about innovation.
So...
When the Mysterious Lord brought out that vat of liquor, which had required hollowing out more than half a planet...
The Great Old Ones went wild upon discovering that liquor steeped with a high-ranking servitor race could actually give them sensations akin to dizziness and pleasure!
And under the Mysterious Lord's control...
The liquor vat, roughly the size of the moon, hovered in the sky of this Mirror World.
Stream after stream of liquor poured down from the sky like rivers.
Some fell with unerring precision into the goblets the Great Old Ones held aloft.
Others were simply guided by the Great Old Ones straight into their mouths.
But as the magically imbued alcohol went to their heads...
Certain Great Old Ones began to lose control.
As the pleasure carried by that dizzy sensation gradually swept over them, they began to let their true natures loose!
For instance, Bugg-Shash-no, the Crab Lord, Basatan, who currently looked like an English gentleman, found a muddy stretch of coast and buried himself upside down, leaving only his feet sticking out.
Then there was the former troublemaker, the Lord of the Frozen Circle, Aphoom-Zhah, who now looked like a young Black rapper with an Afro.
On the frigid Antarctic ice sheet, he swaggered about drinking, gripping an enormous, divinely empowered baseball bat in both hands and venting his anger by savagely beating a fat fellow in a