DeepShoggoth

What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

The shoggoth is, literally a blank, so I will be one if I want to. Being a shapechanging blob, typically containing a number of eyes, mouths and tentacles, I can also morph my body into whatever appendages happen to be useful at the time. Legs, fins, tentacles, tails, ears, more tentacles, even more tentacles… The sky is the limit for this horrific, mind-bending blob! Can shriek out a small number of things vocally, but most of my communication is through telepathy, due to the gene splicing experiments of the Mi-Go.