[Anaraxes]

Thousands of dead carp are floating belly-up in Clear Lake, littering its shores and fouling the air in what appears to be part of a nationwide die-off.

"There are carp die-offs all over the country," said Lake County Fish and Game warden Lynette Shimek. Newspapers are reporting massive carp kills in lakes in the United States and Canada.

The die-off began about a week ago, she said.

.. But fish officials became suspicious when only carp were affected, Shimek said.

The carcasses must be buried. By law, the landfill cannot accept them.

http://www.pressdemocrat.com/article...NEWS/810030357

What do the landfill guys know that we don't?

They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him.

http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary...lofcthulhu.htm

Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/896.html