Skotos Tech has released a new Cthulhu Mythos comic, Lovecraft Country: Return to Arkham. This moody black and white piece, available for free download… Continue reading
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Got this link from Steve Jackson Games’ Daily Illumniator. It’s a collection of city maps from the 1920s.
It’s been looking back at me for hours. I can smell its fetid breath now as it draws ever nearer, hear its grumbling and moaning as if it were in the next room.
Do you know what Lovecraftian critter just doesn’t seem to get enough credit? The Great Race of Yith. I mean, here they are, living five hundred million years in our past, yet swapping minds with people in our own world. They even have a cult that helps them out. This vast secret society, and not even Delta Green has a commentary on them. Well, it’s about time we gave the Yithians more credit, and help them learn the meaning of Christmas in the process.
And now, because you had to have seen it coming a mile off: The obligatory Puppet Master rip off. Because when you think about Christmas, you think about toys, and when you think about toys in horror, you think, “Puppet Master!”
Editor’s Note: Sorry for the delay! AT&T @Home decided to do their server migration this weekend, and I spent hours working on getting my Internet working again so I could post this.
Richard Upton Pickman demonstrated the relative ease with which a human can devolve into the homovoric depths of ghouldom. However, what if a human, once descended to that bestial plane, decides that it wants to recapture his humanity.
My memories are very confused. There is even much doubt as to where they begin; for at times I feel appalling vistas of years stretching behind me, while at other times it seems as if the present moment were an isolated point in a grey, formless infinity. I am not even certain how I am communicating this message. While I know I am speaking, I have a vague impression that some strange and perhaps terrible mediation will be needed to bear what I say to the points where I wish to be heard. My identity, too, is bewilderingly cloudy. I seem to have suffered a great shock – perhaps from some utterly monstrous outgrowth of my cycles of unique, incredible experience. Continue reading