Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Damned Wilbur C. Gilman! His Dunwich ancestry was the bane of all around him... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Cy'tho'hepoion, shogg-ictep, y'hah; Kadguth..."
Ia! Ia! Nathra ic! gothul Shubtharic!
Shog Kad oth! Ia Az-Mitharnagl! inshebraon!
That night, he dreamed of The Filthy Desert of Thaan and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed Amon the Crawling Mass just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...
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Cheers,
Joe Provo