Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish I had never opened that gate, then maybe I would never have heard of Yog-Nathlathar or Nigion goth, Land of Eleven Pleasures. It destroyed us for the rest of my life. Cursed Randolph P. Carter! His Salem ancestry caused everyone but me to die... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Il'n'gothua, thog-gurra, y'hah; R'l-fhtan..."

I wish Howard D. Harris had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Tarondar, the atrocious manuscript of Nylagn-hu's evil. I was eternally banished to The Filthy Temple of Kadng.

N'gai, Shub'oth'shoghu, urg-tharana, y'hah; Yugbugngagn...

I wish he had never read those passages... Shogur, the amorphous text of Cthbugothdar's evil. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Ithlui! Grim, vile home of the Nathicana. How I trembled with pleasure at its sight... Such obscene andelains! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo