Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Boston! Overwhelming, nameless place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

R'lngarlui the Flying Vacuum

N'gai, lGo'guth'guthlei, icg-nglui, y'hah; Yugana-nek...

That night, Earle D. Whately languidly dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Hasbugar, the Eater of Thing and its overwhelming natives. It destroyed my life for a long time. Doomed Carrington Delapoer Harris! His Salem ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Olo bug! arag Amshuur!"

Reload this page for more eldritch terror, or cower for fifteen (15) minutes.

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

Cheers,
Joe Provo