The impact of technology on human relationships"

On a remote islet off the seacoast of Maine, there was a cult that worshipped a monstrous ocean critter. They believed that the critter demanded mortal offerings to maintain the islet's substance. The cult had been around for as long as anyone could flash back , and they had always kept to themselves. But commodity had changed. The cult had come more aggressive in their demands for offerings, and the islet's residers were starting to come spooked.

It was the middle of the night when the cult came for the first immolation. The victim was a youthful girl who had been wandering alone on the sand. She was dragged down remonstrating and screaming, and her riots echoed across the islet. The cult performed their ritual, and the girl's body was noway seen again.

The islet's residers knew they had to do commodity. They tried to leave the islet, but every boat they tried to take was destroyed in a mysterious storm. They were trapped, and the cult knew it.

The coming many weeks were filled with terror. The cult came for a immolation every night, and the residers were forced to watch as their musketeers and family members were taken down. The cult members were always covered in strange symbols and markings, and they spoke in a language that nothing understood.

One night, a group of residers decided to take matters into their own hands. They armed themselves with whatever munitions they could find and headed towards the cult's den. They set up a delve

on the sand, where the cult performed their rituals. Inside the delve

, they saw commodity that would hang them for the rest of their lives.

The cult had erected an balcony to the ocean critter. The critter was massive, with tentacles that sounded to stretch on ever. It had glowing red eyes that sounded to gawk right through them. The balcony was covered in blood, and there were mortal remains scattered around it.

The residers tried to fight the cult, but they were extensively outnumbered. The cult members were fierce soldiers, and they fought with a delirium that was frighting to behold. The residers were snappily overwhelmed, and they were forced to retreat.

The cult members chased them all the way back to their vill. They set fire to the houses and structures, and the residers were forced to flee into the timber. They hid in the trees, watching as their homes and loved bones

were consumed by dears.

The coming day, the survivors gathered together to plan their coming move. They knew that they could not stay on the islet any longer, but they had no way to leave. They decided to try and reason with the ocean critter. They believed that if they could move it to spare their lives, they would be suitable to leave the islet unharmed.

They made their way back to the delve

, where the ocean critter was still resting on its balcony. They approached it sluggishly, and one of them spoke to it in a pulsing voice.

" We supplicate of you, great ocean critter," he said." Please spare our lives. We mean you no detriment."

The ocean critter opened its eyes and looked at them. They could feel its aspect

piercing through their souls. And also, commodity miraculous happed. The ocean critter began to speak.

" I don't bear offerings," it said." But the cult has been feeding me for so long that I've come dependent on them. I can not survive without their immolations."

The survivors were shocked. They had noway heard of a ocean critter that could speak. But they knew that they had to act presto. They promised to help the ocean critter find other sources of food, and they set out to hunt for fish and other ocean brutes that the critter could eat.

In the end, they were successful. The ocean critter was suitable to survive without the cult's offerings, and the islet returned to a state of peace. The survivors were ultimately saved by a passing

boat, and they left the islet ever. But they would noway forget the horrors that they had witnessed.

Times latterly, one of the survivors returned to the islet. He'd always wondered what had happed to the cult after they left. When he arrived, he set up that the islet had been abandoned. The vill was in remains, and the delve

was empty. But he knew that the ocean critter was still out there, nearly.

As he walked along the sand, he saw commodity glinting in the beach. He approached it cautiously, and he saw that it was a small statue of the ocean critter. It had been left before by the cult, and it was covered in strange symbols and markings.

He picked up the statue and looked at it nearly. And also, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold wave. It was a low, growling scowl, coming from the depths of the ocean.

He looked out towards the horizon, and he saw commodity moving in the water. It was a massive shape, with tentacles that sounded to stretch on ever. And also, he saw its eyes. Glowing red, just like the ocean critter on the balcony.

He knew that he'd to leave the islet. He ran back to his boat and set off towards the landmass as presto as he could. But as he looked back at the islet, he saw the ocean critter rising out of the water. It was coming for him.

He noway spoke of what he saw again. But in his dreams, he could still hear the cult's riots echoing across the islet, and he could still see the ocean critter's glowing red eyes gaping back at him.

The survivor noway returned to the islet again. He tried to put the memory of the ocean critter and the cult out of his mind, but he knew that it would hang him for the rest of his life.

Times passed, and the survivor grew old. He'd noway married or had children, but he'd lived a quiet and peaceful life. One day, as he was sitting on his veranda , he saw commodity that made his heart skip a beat.

In the distance, he saw a shape arising from the water. It was the ocean critter. It had set up him, after all these times.

The survivor knew that he'd to face the critter. He stood up and walked towards the reinforcement, his heart pounding in his casket. The ocean critter drew closer, until it was only a many bases down from him.

And also, commodity amazing happed. The ocean critter spoke to him, just like it had all those times agone

.

" Don't be hysterical ," it said." I haven't come to harm you. I only wanted to see you formerly more."

The survivor was amazed. He'd noway allowed

that he'd see the critter again, and he'd clearly noway allowed

that it would speak to him.

" Why did you come?" he asked.

" I came to thank you," said the ocean critter." Because of you and the other survivors, I was suitable to break free of the cult's hold. I'm now suitable to survive without their offerings."

The survivor felt a surge of relief marshland over him. He'd always felt shamefaced for leaving the critter on the islet, but now he knew that it was okay.

" Thank you," he said." I always wondered what happed to you."

The ocean critter smiled, and it began to sink back into the water.

" Farewell, my friend," it said." I'll noway forget you."

And with that, the ocean critter faded beneath the swells. The survivor stood on the reinforcement, watching as it dissolved into the distance. He knew that he'd noway forget the horrors he'd witnessed on that remote islet, but he also knew that he'd set up check.

As he turned to walk back to his house, he felt a sense of peace marshland over him. The ocean critter was no longer a symbol of fear and horror, but a memorial that indeed the most monstrous of beings could be redeemed.