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It was a dark night. The moon was new, and the stars burned like a thousand silent torches. In the South Pacific Ocean, a man dressed in orange and green checked his map.
Yes, this was the place. He closed his eyes and turned his face to the sky.
They called me useless.
Oh, not his companions. Not his friends. But he knew how many people thought that he was.
Useless, that is.
They called my powers stupid.
After all, what use was control over sea life when all the battles were fought on land?
Whatcha gonna do, Fishhead? Set a goldfish on me?
They had laughed at him.
The man opened his eyes.
47° 9′ 0″ S, 126° 43′ 0″ W. Those were the coordinates. He was here.
He gazed into the deep.
Useless, am I? I'll show them useless.
He gazed until he knew he had found what he sought. Then, he called.
The water began to churn as if stirred by some rising force. The man felt all the sea life for five hundred miles flee as if pursued by death itself.
The being beneath the water rose to the surface.
The terrible head with its tentacles and eyes filled with dark madness, the titanic body, the wings of a dragon that cast a total darkness upon the sea itself.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
But the dreamer dreamt dead no more.
The world's most underrated superhero looked up and beheld the face of a dark god.
Useless? I'll show them useless.
After all, Aquaman commanded the denizens of the deep. And Cthulu lived deep beneath the ocean's surface.
Who's got a stupid power now?
All right! I hope you all like it! Next up… you all know how Godzilla came out of the ocean, right?