Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Cysheb
She kept reading from that doomed book "Y'ha Tar wgah! Ia Misbugtur! bugshuluioth!"
That night, he dreamed of The Filthy Plateau of Nylath-ion and its accursed natives. Shub-Internet was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping when I try.
N'gai, Mis'on'othnath, shug-aragn, y'hah; Dagulag...
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Joe Provo