Lovecraftian Fragments

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Ithshebaq the Flying Madness

I wish I had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Misua, the nameless manuscript of Nylululana's evil. It destroyed Thugartep. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

That night, she fitfully dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Sarargothtep, the Render of Fingers and its inhabitants. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. It was hopeless! Doomed from the dawn of time, as predicted by the crystal!

I wish he had never opened that book... Taran-oth, the nameless tome of Ol-aqua's evil. It ruined my life for a long time. Cursed Gardner! His Providence ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Nyar'shog'ngog, hepog-gothan, y'hah; Hasfhtathlui..."

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Cheers,
Joe Provo