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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wagn'nagl fhtagn ("In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."). --HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

The stars hath turned in the heavens once more: Mighty Cthulhu stirs. His dreams reacheth forth, communing with those with ears to hear. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! His thoughts trample down along the pathways of thy mind; thou knowest His footprints, each of which is a wound...

Friday, September 05, 2003

Allah, whom I hath forsaken, hast yet granted me a small mercy: The Abhorred One sleeps this day. “The cackling of hens doth bore me: Cthulhu retires to partake of Cheezy Poofs and internet pr0n.”-- C

Hear me, o my brothers. Heed mine warning whilst I may speak freely: Accursed R’lyeh, sunken beneath the waves an age and an age ago, doth soon rise again. Yea, its watery rebirth is heralded, if only ye knowest the signs.

Sith ye, fellow mortals: Canst thee know no greater prophecy than this? The Defiler’s minions pour forth, rising from their skulking places amidst the seaweed-strewn sunken ruins of R’lyeh. Yay, they herald the rise of their arch-priest, mighty Cthulhu. With their foul trumpets do they call forth their wizard-king. “By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near…As a foulness shall ye know Them.”—Khitab al-Azif

“The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as ye Great Olde Ones: Free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and reveling in joy.” --the acolyte Castro. Verily, His slaves draw nigh. And tho’ ye catch His spies, even in death art they mighty. The power of vengeful deception is upon the star-spawn of Cthulhu. Ye seek to slay them, yet even in their death throes do they wreak their vengeance upon thee and thine parked cars.
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