Since our most popular article of late has been the interview with the d20 Call of Cthulhu developers, we thought, “Hey, how about some more interviews with cool and prominent people in Lovecraftia Fandom?” So, our next guest to our Interrogation Lounge is Christian Matzke. For those of you not immediately saying, “Oh, yeah. Christian Matzke. Love that guy,” here’s the scoop.
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
I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences – Freud to the contrary with his puerile symbolism – there are still a certain remainder whose immundane and ethereal character permit of no ordinary interpretation, and whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier. From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know, and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking. From those blurred and fragmentary memories we may infer much, yet prove little. We may guess that in dreams life, matter, and vitality, as the earth knows such things, are not necessarily constant; and that time and space do not exist as our waking selves comprehend them. Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely
The horrible conclusion which had been gradually obtruding itself upon my confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave. Turn as I might, in no direction could my straining vision seize on any object capable of serving as a guidepost to set me on the outward path. That nevermore should I behold the blessed light of day, or scan the pleasant bills and dales of the beautiful world outside, my reason could no longer entertain the slightest unbelief. Hope had departed. Yet, indoctrinated as I was by a life of philosophical study, I derived no small measure of satisfaction from my unimpassioned demeanour; for although I had frequently read of the wild frenzies into which were thrown the victims of similar situations, I experienced none of these, but stood quiet as soon as I clearly realised the loss of my bearings. Continue reading
High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mount whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honored line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.
Happy American Thanksgiving to all of our faithful readers. And if you think there’s nothing stygian or blasphemous about Thanksgiving, you’ve OBVIOUSLY never seen me eat turkey.. I think my mom lost a finger.
Have a day,
Matt “TrollBoy” Wiseman Continue reading
After the S&D of 01/16/01 Dr. Bustoffson’s remains were brought back to HQ. There was a lot of discussion about if and how he should be revived, and it was decided that the Essential Salts Ritual (with a few improvements) was the best bet.
Stuart Gordon’s new movie Dagon has its trailer out.. it looks very cool. Chocked full of DeepOnes, a EOD (The Esoteric Order of Dagon) high priestess and even a naked fanged mermaid. As such as there are exposed breasts in this trailer (and rather nice ones at that), CHILDREN ARE STRONGLY CAUTIONED!!
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Chaosium recently unveiled a new Dreamlands book, chocked full of Leng Spidery goodness!! It looks REALLY cool and you
should check it out immediatly!!
We hope you each have one swell Halloween. May the Great Pumpkin rise from the pumpkin patch and bring you plenty of swag. I know
I’ll be out all night waiting for him to make an appearance here in Silverton.
20th Anniversary Edition Nearly Sold Out.
Our greatly anticipated 20th Anniversary Edition of Call of Cthulhu (Cha 2399 $79.95) has been selling quicker than 25 cent
kittens at a Zoog Family reunion. We still have a few of the books set aside for web sales, but the books are very nearly gone.
For more info check out: http://www.chaosium.com/cthulhu/rpg/2399.shtml