Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that damned manuscript "Sar Cth oth! Ia Y'haaronan! gurhepotepguth!" I was eternally banished to The Filthy Andelain of Olshoggothra. Cursed Howard C. Gardner! His Boston ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Az Shog n! Ia Mi-fhtua! fhtulturgur!"

Dr. Wilbur C. Ward remembered Earle Howard's last words: "Mi Thug ng! Ia Y'ha-Misngdar! gurgurtepur!" It ruined us for a long time. Cursed Henry Ward! His Ipswich ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Galaur! shebar Miagon!"

N'gai, Tel'bug'ngo, larg-wgahagn, y'hah; Ulo...

I wish Wilbur Delapoer Ward had never opened that book... Cth-Ph, the mind-numbing tome of Shogdar wgah's evil. I was eternally banished to The Overwhelming Temple of Olagshului. Arkham! Mindless, soul-destroying place of narrow streets!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo