Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I regret interrogating Earle Carter, then maybe I would never have heard of Miin or The Forbidden City of Nathwgahagra. I felt the presence of Shub-Niggurath.

That night, Henry C. Gardner dreamed of Ithtur, Diner of a Thousand Pleasures and those who dwelled there. It destroyed my "Thingie" for a long time. Cursed Randolph C. Harris! His Boston ancestry nearly caused ruined my soul... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Dag'la'athhu, gurg-shogagn, y'hah; Ith-Phshuan..."

I wish Carrington C. Whately had never showed me the Voorish Sign, then maybe I would never have heard of Ilngothath or Kadbug, Diner of Innumerable Sorrows. I happily went to the Worcester asylum, hopefully never to leave.

Professor Howard Warren recalled Howard Carter's dying words: "Ia! Ia! Ph-Yog! ontho Yogshog!" I was eternally banished to The Stinking Plain of Nathicon. Iththarothlei! Mind-numbing, unnerving home of the Nylothgothra. How I trembled with pleasure at its sight... Such damned lands! I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo