Choose the Dreamlands.
Choose the Cults and spend every waking minute trying to keep the disgusting hard-to-look-at apes in control.
Choose the Cosmos or the Dancers for Azathoth.
Choose lying to Nyarlathotep's face as you can't figure out if he knows, pretends to not know, or really doesn't know.
Choose to ruin your Godhood.
Choose no mates.
Choose your legacy lost to another of Shub-Niggurath's spawn.
Choose life desperately trying to chase down some feeling of invincibility as the fleshbags you once drove to madness by your mere visage ready their flamethrowers.
Choose turning on your own kind, ripping apart your mates, your offspring, your civilizations for fear the humans will know... and invade... and force YOU to understand their disgusting, meaningless 'emotions' and that these insects could kill the chosen.
Choose having to warp the primate's tank armor into impromptu body armor for your massive appendages.
Chose the Yithian Lightning Gun with these horrible things called 'attachments' touched by the meaningless insects.
Choose thumping away at 'meaningless', 'weak' primates from the mud, wondering if you should turn the barrel on yourself rather than have your GODHOOD and amoral right to rule trodden on by these insects.
Choose the humans' Gods, and consider that humans have their own insects - but insects that can swell up your throat, give you a heart attack, rot your blood vessels with one bite, cram down your throat and rip bits out of your neck and suffocate and wonder if these humans were just like that.
Choose Azathoth's embrace for your retirement.
Choose desperately trying to contact Nyralathotep for one last message as the humans flood through your lair,
Choose humanity becoming the New Gods.
Choose Ak-Dalta Gle-Vheemell.