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I keep feeling better Doc, slowly. It hurts like hell when I stretch, and I swear I can feel the grass tearing when I do, dozens of little popping sounds–but could be I’m imagining that. Maybe it’s still growing a little, I don’t know.

What scares me is the dreams, I’m still having them just as bad. I’m in a dark forest, jungle, and it’s hot and humid. I hear a voice, more like feel it, inside me but I don’t understand what She’s saying.

Then I fall to my knees, and I’m scared shitless, but I’m praying to Her.—Patrick Everson, Patient in a medical facility of undisclosed location.

Some say consciousness and identity resides in the brain. It if the body fails the brain is doomed to die with the rest of the physical body. But what if, just before death, the brain was transplanted onto another donor body? Theoretically, if successful, one could cheat death again and again, changing bodies the way people swap out disposable contact lenses. This highly unethical and universally illegal research is being done at various laboratories across the globe. Experiments are ongoing and sometimes go awry, creating something neither man nor beast, but a monstrous combination of the two – The Thing with Two Head.

Many gods of Egypt, including Thoth (God of astronomy, magic, and the judgement of the dead), Hapy (diving protectors of canopic jars), and Khonsu (a god of healing, exploration, and the moon), consider the Yellow Baboon to be a sacred animal. Such gods can grant a portion of their power into a yellow baboon, usually a large dominant male of a troop, to create a powerful agent to act on their behalf. This creature is called an Aani, and is granted gains increased intelligence, magical protection from harm, and enhanced physical abilities. One can tell an Aani from a normal yellow baboon by the size of the creature (Aani are about 50% larger), and the animal’s head. The head of a baboon that’s become an Aani is transformed into that of a dog, usually an Egyptian Hound.   

These creatures are created by a ritual performed by cultists of the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young. In some cases, they manifest by the direct will of the outer goddess Shub-Niggurauth herself. These creatures typically appear when a location sacred to the goddess in the Amazon is threatened or destroyed, something happening all too often in recent years. A Boitata begins as a large constrictor, such as a Green Anaconda or Boa Constrictor, in the general area of the threatened or desecrated sacred site. The animal is then transformed, granted incredible powers, and given a divine mandate – punish those harming the forest.

Cyborg Explorer

Did we find Lieutenant Wilson? Sure we did…sort of? At least I think it was him. The canister talked like him and knew who we were. He said he could help us fight the weird fungal looking crab things if we put the canister…him, I guess… into the…“mobility unit” he called it. When we did, it stood up like a giant bronze skeleton. Scared the shit out of me too, I’ll admit. The voice then came from the skeleton thing. It said, “Thanks, boys. Time to get to work,” just like the LT always did before we went into action. Then it ran off further into the bunker complex. We never saw it…err…him after that. We did find a bunch of those crab things, dead, slowly melting? Evaporating? I don’t know. Left behind just grease slicks. Like I said we never saw the mobility thing again. We did find Lieutenant Wilson’s body later, as we explored the complex after all the crab things were dead or fled. Just his body though. His brain looked like it was scooped out with a giant melon baller or something.

Insane rage-filled priestesses of Antheus

The Maenads are women who have drank tainted wine brewed from special grapes grown from Antheus, the Blooming God. Upon drinking the tainted wine, the women are wracked with visions of the full glory of Antheus, introduced into the god’s world of madness, pleasure and the lust of conquest. 

Great Sea-Worms, Keepers of the Sunken Temple

Deep in the freezing depths of the Atlantic Ocean, the God of the Sunken Temple waits and dreams, sealed within the ruined, weed-wreathed buildings that were once the glory of Atlantis. Appearing in artwork and men’s dreams as a supernaturally beautiful young man, the God’s true form is unknown; perhaps the Myxinous Scions, enormous worm-like creatures that tend to the God’s temples, offer a hint to the entity’s true face. 

Healthcare in America is difficult to navigate for lower income families. Those who fall into the cracks often find themselves putting care off. Fortunately, there are those who are dedicated to providing low-cost care to those in need. People like Dr. Reginald Aster.

Dr. Aster has opened a series of clinics throughout lower-income neighborhoods in his city. He’s been featured in several local and national publications applauding him for his work to make quality health care accessible to all. He’s been named as a rising star in the medical field. He’s been interviewed on daytime TV.