Lovecraftian Fragments

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

N'gai, Ul'ar'athath, ng-icthar, y'hah; Mis-Yogthartep...

I wish I had never opened that book... Nig-atho, the damned scroll of Ithicn's evil. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Damned Walter Carter! His Arkham ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ol'guthra mglw'nafh K'alguthnath Mitep lar'dar gurnek!"

I kept reading from that damned book "K'al Cy ic! Ia Cthlashog! gutharathsheb!" It ruined my day for the rest of my life.

Prof. Charles Philip Carter recalled John D. Carter's last words: "Mis Mi oth! Ia Nigulsoth! guththarhular!" It ruined my finger forever. Tel-Cthshunagl! Grim, grotesque home of the Dagon. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such nameless andelains! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo