Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I languidly dreamed of The Forbidden Plateau of Nyaran ng and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.
Charles Whately remembered Whately's dying words: "Tel Az la! Ia Olo-nek! gothonnaifht!"
That night, I fitfully dreamed of Azyeh-thar, Desert of Eleven Sorrows and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed us. I was doomed! Cursed since the start of the expedition, as predicted by the Ol-tholei scrolls!
Boston! Damned, obscene place of decayed inhabitants!
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Joe Provo