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Am-shoggog

Tar Mi hepo! Ia Y'hara ag! heposhogtharlar!

He kept reading from that accursed manuscript "Ph'fhtnai mglw'nafh Hassothtep Nithnek ur'agn ulgog!" It destroyed us. Damned John C. Harris! His Salem ancestry nearly caused irreperable damage to us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Ilsothshogo! gurgoth Shubagn!"

He kept reading from that accursed scroll "Ith Mi ur! Ia Sarar! othgothtepguth!" It ruined Misathra. But I know that just beyond the stars, Gahu lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley Philip Whately, tries to pull back the veil.

Reload this page for more eldritch terror, or cower for fifteen (15) minutes.

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

Cheers,
Joe Provo