Truth or Fiction?

From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.

Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.

A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....

The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!