Lovecraftian Fragments

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The Desolate Gweepery of Thaagic

I kept reading from that cursed scroll "Ia! Ia! Misag! goththar Taragn n!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter.

Cursed Whately! His Boston ancestry was the bane of all around him... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Tha'shu'onnath, othg-ontep, y'hah; Hasoth..."

N'gai, Il'oth'thartep, bugg-fhtagn, y'hah; Nithnggur...

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