Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
It was hopeless! Accursed since the dawn of time, as predicted by the crystal!
Randolph Gilman kept reading from that accursed manuscript "Shog'thothar mglw'nafh Azsothath Ooagn soth'agn wgahtur!" It destroyed Daglui just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Yogthoar lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Ward, tries to pull back the veil.
Worcester! Gruesome, mindless place of disturbingly-angled roofs!
N'gai, Nig'n'hepolei, shug-athua, y'hah; Yugtur-tep...
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Joe Provo