Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish I had never opened that portal... Il-fhtdar, the mindless tract of Shubsoth's evil. It destroyed us until teatime. Innsmouth! Vile, mind-numbing place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

I kept reading from that cursed tract "Ia! Ia! Dago-tur! gothag Hasdar-ra!" AB was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...

Nigic

Professor Carrington Delapoer Gardner recalled Howard Howard's last words: "Ia! Ia! Nyaragn thar! aqla Cyfhtbug!" I happily went to the Worcester asylum, hopefully never to leave. Worcester! Mindless, mindless place of dark secrets!

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From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo