Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I regret opening that portal... Nathhepoathath, the mindless volume of Az-Kadgothagn's evil. It ruined Mis-Azoththar. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beast Ga-thora now...
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Stinking Temple to Cygurgur, the Eater of Souls and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.
Mi-Thugbughu
I regret interrogating him, then maybe I would never have heard of Nathbug or The Grotesque Temple to Misaq, the Unnamable. I happily went to the Salem asylum, hopefully never to leave. It was hopeless! Accursed from the birth of Humanity, as predicted by Ibn Ghazi's text!
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Joe Provo