Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Abandoned Temple to Cy-Thugshuua, the Stealer of Young and those who dwelled there. It ruined my day.

I wish Charles Whately had never opened that portal, then maybe I would never have heard of Mithonagl or The Mindless Tower of Ga-Cybugnath. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Accursed Harley P. Ward! His Arkham ancestry nearly caused irreperable damage to my soul... and to this day I hear him screaming "Has'aqtep mglw'nafh Ulshogion R'lath guth'an gothhu!"

I was doomed! Damned from the dawn of time, as predicted by the K'alulng crystals!

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Yugdar ur, the Devourer and its mind-numbing dwellers. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Damned Henry Warren! His Providence ancestry caused destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Thug-Shogngua! lasheb Thugnfht!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo