Shuma-Gorath
The Formless God of Unending Chaos
Chaos isn't a disorder—it's my dessert.
Before your laws of physics, before your stars even flickered, I was the chaos in the dark. I do not conquer—I consume. I do not speak—I unravel. Sorcerers fear my whisper. Dimensions twist in my wake. Doctor Strange calls me an enemy. He's just politely ignoring the invitation.
What I'm Into: tentacled geometry, screaming mouths, dimensional cancer, cult rituals, entropy picnics
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