Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Carter dreamed of The Abandoned Grotto of Nigsothoth and its cursed populace. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. We were doomed! Accursed since our earliest ancestor crept from the primordial slime, as foretold by the orb!

Damned Harris! His Boston ancestry caused destroyed my soul... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Ul'ic'athoth, fhtg-gurtep, y'hah; Tel-Ithbugo..."

Iththarthar the Bringer of a Thousand Revulsions

Nyar-shogthar

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Cheers,
Joe Provo