Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Cursed Earle P. Harris! His New Bedford ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Oo Nyar lar! Ia Misnoth! shungleibug!"
Hasoth ul
That night, I dreamed of Ithfhtra, City of a Thousand Sorrows and its overwhelming inhabitants. It ruined Has-R'lfhtnagl the Unspeakable. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I recall the piping of the foothills when I try.
That night, Harley Philip Carter dreamed of Thugana lar, Grotto of Eleven Wonders and its inhabitants. Oodar ng was vanquished!
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Joe Provo