Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Boston! Amorphous, mindless place of dark secrets!

I wish I never interrogated him, then maybe I would never have heard of Phshubug or K'alagn, Phylactery of a Thousand Terrors. I happily went to the Salem asylum, hopefully never to leave. Damned Walter C. Ward! His Arkham ancestry nearly caused destroyed my tentacle... and to this day I hear him screaming "K'al'oththar mglw'nafh Tarullui Azath ath'ana iclei!"

Ia! Ia! Nylthar! bugwgah Nithhepo!

Cth-Ulintur the Thief

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

Cheers,
Joe Provo