Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

He kept reading from that doomed tract "Dag Az ic! Ia Nigbug! fhtlaran!" It destroyed Phnath just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ulin lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor John Whately, tries to pull back the veil.

Carrington Gilman kept reading from that damned manuscript "N'gai, Thug'thar'intep, fhtg-arhu, y'hah; Shublui-nek..." It ruined Cy-wgahnath just in time.

I regret opening that door... Dagbugoth, the nameless scroll of Thug-nra's evil. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Damned Charles P. Warren! His Dunwich ancestry was the bane of all around him... and to this day I hear him screaming "Shub R'l ul! Ia Ulbugoth! aqothnaibug!"

Providence! Mind-numbing, gruesome place of degenerate populace!

Reload this page for more eldritch terror, or cower for fifteen (15) minutes.

From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo