Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Mio oth, Grotto of Innumerable Pleasures

I wish Wilbur P. Whately had never opened that book... Shub-Gaaqion, the grim text of K'allei bug's evil. I happily went to the Salem asylum, hopefully never to leave. Damned Earle Delapoer Howard! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Hasgog! onhepo Cthhepotho!"

N'gai, Nath'n'inlei, shug-ago, y'hah; Dagothothlei...

Dr. Randolph C. Gardner remembered Randolph Delapoer Whately's last words: "N'gai, Shog'ic'shutep, gurg-shogoth, y'hah; Ulra goth..." It ruined Has-Shub. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo