Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Stinking Temple to Yogonshog, the Devourer of Young and its grim populace. I happily went the the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave.

I wish Randolph Whately had never showed me the Voorhis Sign, then maybe I would never have heard of Nyloth lar or The Stinking Temple to Dagwgahan, the Stalker of Thing. It destroyed my mind for a long time. Arkham! Soul-destroying, soul-destroying place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

Oogog ic the Brainless One

N'gai, Thug'n'ulana, shogg-bughu, y'hah; lGotep guth...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo