Lovecraftian Fragments

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Nith'nana mglw'nafh Cthonana Tardar n'nagl agnath!

That night, he languidly dreamed of The Abandoned Desert of Phuricra and its cursed inhabitants. We learned that it destroyed Thugbugiclui eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Ithan goth lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Charles Delapoer Harris, tries to pull back the veil.

N'gai, Nith'oth'bugra, gurg-sothtep, y'hah; Ithlui-lei...

Accursed Henry Delapoer Whately! His Ipswich ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Tarana! icsoth lGotur-gog!"

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