Lovecraftian Fragments
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Ia! Ia! Amthar-tur! largoth Shog-Phartep!
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Forbidden Desert of Thashogguthnai and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Damned Warren! His Innsmouth ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Dag Nig thar! Ia Cthshu! agngrabug!"
I wish he had never showed me the Voorish Sign, then maybe I would never have heard of Thug-Telulion or The Abandoned Temple to Phwgahoth, the Overwhelming Madness. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Arkham! Obscene, damned place of dark secrets!
The Desolate Diner of Dagua
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