I still remember when the cartel came to our village. They wanted to teach us a lesson, and chose quiet old Mr. Santos to make an example of. They tortured him for hours while we were forced to watch.. It wasn’t until they slit his throat that Mr. Santos started laughing… the blood that poured from his neck reached out.. And tore each of those poor men, those murderers, apart. — Raul Morales, former Catholic Priest, non functional alcoholic.
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Continue reading“The strangest of all the phantasms described is, perhaps, the Yohualtepoztli, literally, ” the night hatchet or axe.” It manifested itself by causing loud intermittent sounds resembling those produced by the blows of an axe in splitting wood. These ominous sounds were audible at dead of night in the mountains, and inspired terror, for they were said to be illusions produced by Tezcatlipoca in order to frighten and mock those who were out in the dark.” .
– Zelia Nuttall, A Note on Ancient Mexican Folk-Lore
Vengeance writ in a child’s blood
“Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.” – Matsuo Bashō
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” – Confucius (attributed)
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Every state has them. They turn up in the news every so often. Nameless people found in pieces. Sometimes dumped in a single container, sometimes spread out over an area. Take a look back further in history and you’ll find they’ve been turning up long before the dawn of the 20th century.
They are spread out over too wide an area, and over too long a timeframe to be the work of just one lunatic. There are too many of them, and they seem too evenly spread to be the result of random homicidal maniacs. So what are they?
Who these poor souls were in life may never come to light, but what they’ve become in death is something that can push investigators to their breaking point.
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That Which Hides Among Us
Continue readingJames, who had always seemed so normal, passive even, picked himself up off the floor. The anger in his eyes told Amos that things had gotten out of hand. Before he could apologize, six chitinous legs thrust outward from James’s mouth, bracing themselves against his flesh, and the monstrosity inside his friend forced its way out.
–Unknown
What happens after the stars are right? The opensource game APOCTHULHU is going on sale 10am tomorrow on DrivethruRPG and can be picked up for a pittance! At least two creatures in our upcoming Octobernomicon are stated out in the APOCTHULHU system. Get yours today!!
A hearty thanks rolls out to all who have submitted so far! We’re pleased to announce contributions from Dan Harms of The Cthulhu Mythos Encyclopedia,The Encyclopedia Cthullhiana, and more recently Balloonists, Alchemists, and Astrologers of the Nineteenth Century: The Tale of George and Margaret Graham, as well as by Oscar Rios of Golden Goblin Press. We still need many more submissions before October. We also, are well aware of that gnawing you’ve had in the back of your mind… of the itch of a thing living there.. whispering to you in your sleep.. and finally we know that you know what the best way to exorcise that fetid thing is.. Look at previous submissions here, you can use our official template here (Hit File then Make a copy when you view it). Email submissions to [email protected]. We await your madness.
What horrors awaken as summer dies? This is the question I ask you once again oh dearest reader.. Once again I must announce to the world that OctoberNomicon has once again set upon us. Come ye and once again dump the poison metastasizing in your minds onto the screen and help us in our endeavor to remind the world WHY they fear the dark, WHY they avoid the shadows, WHY the forgotten is best left as such.. artists take the heed of Pickman before you, writers take your pen in hand like a prison shank… and show us what horrors you have inside you!
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UPDATE: The fiends at The Storm Crow Shop have issued the discount code SHOGGOTH for 25% off all their products.
As you rise from the sleep that is not death and is not life, you make yourself a stygian elixir of crushed roasted beans of far of Arabia, it’s charnel color swirling like a deadly whirlpool in your chalice, and then you head off into the stars… tumbling forth into strange new vistas amongst throngs of others, all unknowingly participating in the same dire ritual.. and when you go to consume your unholy elixir of unnatural endurance.. you find it’s gone cold.
This is truly an abysmal fate for any cultist. Luckily, our dear and depraved friends at The Storm Crow Shop have come up with a solution for every good cultist. Their cursed artificers have created a double (that’s two) walled steel travel mug. It should hold 12oz of whatever sort of ichor you need. They just restocked so hurry and get yours before they sell out once again!
As our kickstarter continues, we had an extra scenario come up that couldn’t make it’s way into the book. In normal form, we are opting to share this scenario with you dear readers! There is still time to back Terrors of the OctoberNomicon! Consider this scenario a free preview of what’s awaiting you in the finished book. That said, we bring you… Bread of heaven!
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