Lin Mo firmly believes he’s just an overworked young office worker, with rent and bad reviews as his everyday worries. But the supposedly “ordinary” world he sees feels a little off. The neighbors’ “renovation crew” chants spells around the clock while they work? The “giant deep-sea squid” at the market likes to blink? The “opera” sung by an old man in the park makes your SAN score plummet?
Director Lin has this to say: “It’s all hallucinations! Life is stressful, and working overtime is normal! Fresh ingredients should be eaten while they’re fresh!”
And so...
He uses the Necronomicon to prop up a wobbly table and cook soup, whose aroma drives away projections of the Outer Gods?
He uses an Elder Sign as a trivet to fry an egg, and its golden glow purifies the abyssal miasma?
He shouts at the King in Yellow’s followers: “Line up and scan the code to order! Hey, brother in the yellow robe, do you want extra stinky luosifen or no spice?”
Meanwhile, everyone around him is on the verge of losing their minds:
Snarky investigator A: “Boss! You just smashed Nyarlathotep’s avatar with a Mythos relic! You... you turned it into a meat patty and fed it to the dog!”
Fanatical chef B, teary-eyed as he tosses a wok: “Praise be to our Lord! The stinky tofu recipe you bestowed upon me is holy light that purifies chaos!”
Directionally challenged rich kid C: “Brother Lin! I found this moving ‘antique radio’ and put it in your trunk... Huh? Why is your trunk glowing green?”
Lin Mo calmly wipes down his wok. “You’ve all got a serious case of occupational brain rot. What gods and demons? It’s all superstition! Here, try my latest invention: ‘Cosmic Bubblegum, Marinated in the Eye of Cthulhu.’ It’ll perk you up and cure your delusions! We’re a small business, so scan to pay and leave us a five-star review!”
