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Las Vegas Brings You the “Weekend In Arkham” Lovecraftian Gaming Con!

All the evil Lovecraftian games!

Finally, something eldritchly cool is happening in Vegas! And it’s at the ultra-awesome Little Shop of Magic!

A Weekend in Arkham 2015

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By John Coviello

It happens once a year, as the warm golden glow of autumn light fades, the pale moon grows heavy and large, and the air takes on a discomforting chill. The veil between worlds grows thin. Heathens and Cultists are rumored to visit ancient ruins to worship the Great Azathoth during this darkling season, ghouls are said to hunt for prey in misty graveyards, and the wicked descendants of the Salem witches are known to soar alongside cawing murders of crows as the cruel neon beams of the Northern Lights flicker across the vault of the sky.

A Weekend in Arkham is coming.

Our annual two-day festival of H.P. Lovecraft and tabletop gaming will take place at the brick-n-mortar Little Shop of Magic store in Las Vegas, Nevada on October 17-18! We invite you to join us in delving into the mysteries of the Ancient Ones, and confronting profound, unspeakable, Lovecraftian horrors.

This year’s celebration features plentiful opportunities to play your favorite games based on the works of H. P. Lovecraft: Elder Sign, The Doom That Came to Atlantic City, Night of the Grand Octopus, Arkham Horror, Eldritch Horror, and many more. Seating is limited in most of these events, so we recommend that you pre-register early in order to reserve your spot.

Savor playing your old favorites, learn a new Lovecraft-themed game, or even contribute to the effort by submitting your own event. You can learn more about the weekend’s events by accessing the schedule here.

We look forward to seeing you in our shop for a weekend of bone-chilling, thoroughly enjoyable horror!

 

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The Abyss Stares Back

 

Man looks into the abyss

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Walkers

A surgical strike at your amygdala, where fear is produced.

The Stygian Walkers approach.

First hear the rumblings, the chthonic quakes that shake shelves and spires alike. Heads rush out to the street, tilting backwards to squint up through the haze—to see pinpricks burning red, outshining the obscured sun. A single spindly limb plunges through the distant mountain, shattering sand and stone and soil. The crimson eyes sway, and grow.

Bang: the alarm’s thin reverberation. Final few feet scamper down stairs to join the valley church ex tempore. A wave of birds flee shrieking overhead. The ground shudders once more, another closer step. For a moment reigns oppressive silence, broken only by the wail of an inconsolable infant in its mother’s unsteady arms. The minister, raising trembling hands to the sky, shrieks:

Not upon us, oh King! Not upon us!

The cry echoes, unnoticed.

The foot raises.

 

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Have you seen The King In Yellow?

kiy

 

Because James Monahan has, and The King is horrible, mesmerizing, beautiful.

Check out more of his work at Monahan Photography!

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Failing, yes, but failing UPWARD!

O Gentle Reader, your faithful correspondent thought it would all go so well. Taking the Greyhound Bus (now with alleged Wi-Fi and power outlets!) across the country from Las Vegas to Providence, Rhode Island over 3 full days would be an honest homage to H.P. Lovecraft, who traveled by bus back in the day before regular commercial flight (and, apparently, quixotic attempts to write a novel draft on two cross-country bus trips).

Yes, folks, “riding the dog” across our fair land was a FAIL creatively and even makingsensely. Even when the Wi-Fi appeared AND the plugs were working (“A fuse musta blown,” several drivers in a row said, and also said that only mechanics at a major stop could flip the breaker back into the “Keep bored passengers from forcing the bus off a goddamn cliff” position), did you know that a bus is an incredibly distracting environment to work in? This is why you rarely read historical reports of Vincent van Gogh or Hieronymus Bosch doing the work they intended to at 70 mph seated next to a sweaty farmboy.

Image is a scene from hell, a platypuse creature is carrying a pike with a bound human on it that is peirced by a ballista bolt while a head with feet wearing a hood follows behind.

For example, Bosch originally intended this to be a still-life of a bowl of fruit.

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NEW graduate-level fiction workshops open for enrollment!

Typewriter typing the words "What's your story?"

Hello, all! I wanted to let you know that my in-person and videoconferencing fiction workshops are starting up again in October. This is a safe and productive writing and critiquing environment where tales of the macabre and even Lovecraftian are most welcome (as are all other flavors of fiction).

“Sean Hoade’s Fiction Time Workshop has been an educational and rewarding experience. Sean’s expertise at both writing and workshop facilitation, together with superb classmates, have made it a treasure. Enthusiastically recommended.” — Sean I., Salt Lake City

This is an Iowa-Writer’s-Workshop-style graduate-level fiction workshop. It is being held in Las Vegas but anyone from anywhere can take part through live videoconferencing by Google Hangouts. The videoconferencing has turned out to be a HUGE hit with writers from across the country.

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The Stars were right, because I’m in Providence!

Gentle Readers, after a 3-day bus trip that has caused soreness in areas of my body not formerly known to science, I am in the city of Providence, H.P. Lovecraft’s familiar haunt (GET IT? OMG HUMOR). It is a beautiful town, and I shall be EHRMAGERD posting her and on Facebook like a man on fire trying desperately to get a friend request accepted from a bucket of water.

I will for now publish just a teaser since nothing has actually started yet, but PICS!

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The All-Time Top 20 Lovecraftian Pop Hits!

Lovecraft album cover

Let us unwind with the album that Nielsen says is #1 in Arkham and Innsmouth, and probably Carcosa as well, but the sales figures there have been lost:

H.P. Lovecraft: The Pop/Rock Sessions

  1. The Thing on the Dubstep
  2. Kanye West, Remiximator
  3. Rolling in the Deep (Ones)
  4. Miskatonic Valley Sunday
  5. Baby Got Blackwood
  6. Alhazred Rubber Ball
  7. Telepathy for the Devil
  8. Angle Eyes
  9. Blurred Lines (Between Dimensions)
  10. The Shadow Out of Time After Time
  11. Let It Mi-Go
  12. Shut Up and Dunsany
  13. Funky (Smelling) Town
  14. Turn the Beast Around
  15. Just the Two Squamous
  16. Baby, Yuggoth What It Takes
  17. Sub-Batrachian Homesick Blues
  18. An Ulthar One Bites the Dust (Cat Stevens remix)
  19. The Treble, Old Man
  20. The Bass of Charles Dexter Ward

 

Next time: Cthulhu Attacks! is well and truly released … and selling!

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Family Ties: Part 4 of The Curse of Azathoth’s Amulet

The Curse of Azathoth's Amulet

In this installment, our hero finds that even home isn’t safe where the amulet is concerned.

By the time Taylor pulled into his driveway, it was well after supper. Thankfully he’d already told Martha not to hold dinner for him. He hadn’t anticipated being this late, but he didn’t really know when he was going to be back. He blocked in his wife’s car, even though he hadn’t needed to. He exited the Land Rover and the security light turned on, illuminating their walkway. A fierce believer in conservation, Martha had insisted there would be no grass in their yard. Only native plants and rock would grace the property, in addition to some trees. It made the whole place look a little stark, but the austerity suited his mood.

Rather than enter the house proper, he walked to the door into the garage. Like most people he knew, they never actually parked a car in here. He’d made it into a sort of satellite office. There was space here for extra file storage, a few woodworking projects, and items from his travels around the world. Truthfully it was a dumping ground and he and Martha fought over it for years. He heard footsteps from people moving around upstairs. Soundproofing this area was another thing on his to do list. He’d never get around to that now. He walked to his desk and pulled a box of shells out of the drawer. With mechanical motions he loaded both pistols. Rather than taking the gun belt off as was his custom, he just made sure his shirt draped over it again. He wouldn’t be staying long.

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Hug your Shoggoth today, won’t you?

Art by Omar Rösler at https://i1.wp.com/33.media.tumblr.com/d85c12549d94112dc0ec9ced2084eca7/tumblr_nk6p2mbhzl1rpco88o1_400.gif?w=400

(Art by Omar Rösler at https://plus.google.com/+OmarRösler/posts)

 

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