Lord Cthulhu Right to the World, Teaching lessons

[Vater Araignee]

I've been alluding to this fact for several years.

If only I could properly explain us, so many questions could be answered.

Life after death, alternate dimensions, why, so so many things could be explained.

Like did you know that if I wake up you will still exist. Not quite you, but not quite not you.

However I digress "The beings of this dementia deserve the punishment of digestion." I'm sorry for those that do not, break a few eggs ya know.

Edited June 21, 2006 by Vater Araignee

[cptdeath]

why do the dead so crave the book? in your oppinion if you will.

[phee]

Todays lesson:

another conception somehow shocked me more than all the rest -- a scene in an unknown vault, where scores of the beasts crowded about one who held a well-known Boston guide-book and was evidently reading aloud. All were pointing to a certain passage, and every face seemed so distorted with epileptic and reverberant laughter that I almost thought I heard the fiendish echoes. The title of the picture was, "Holmes, Lowell, and Longfellow Lie Buried in Mount Auburn".

H.P. Lovecraft

"Pickman's Model"

[cptdeath]

i blame this thread for the domain name expiring. see

DO YOU SEEE?

[phee]

i blame this thread for the domain name expiring. see

DO YOU SEEE?

The world ends... when DGN does.... I think I see

[CandyQuackenbush]

So whats the Word for today?

[phee]

Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the low hillock, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in the mysterious east; but still the Pole Star leers down from the same place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep.

H.P. Lovecraft

"Polaris"

[phee]

[CandyQuackenbush]

I'll be a Scout Girl.

[phee]

Yes daughter of Chaos

[CandyQuackenbush]

Teach me how to properly bow/curtsey before Lord Cthulhu.

[phee]

[paradox]

i graduated from Miskatonic U.

[CandyQuackenbush]

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

I should try to make that outfit......

[sudokryst]

If I may suggest a couple of gospels I have always found particularly enlightening... perhaps the Music of Erich Zann, or the Silver Key?

Oh, and has anyone ever figured out what the Great Old Ones have against vowels?

Edited June 29, 2006 by sudokryst

[Vater Araignee]

If I may suggest a couple of gospels I have always found particularly enlightening... perhaps the Music of Erich Zann, or the Silver Key?

Oh, and has anyone ever figured out what the Great Old Ones have against vowels?

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

THEY ARE NOT NEEDED!!!

:fear

did I say that?

[phee]

The nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh ... was built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars. There lay great Cthulhu and his hordes, hidden in green slimy vaults . . .

—H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"

[phee]

For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The haunted wood and the desolate mountain are their shrines, and they linger around the sinister monoliths on uninhabited islands. But the true epicure in the terrible, to whom a new thrill of unutterable ghastliness is the chief end and justification of existence, esteems most of all the ancient, lonely farmhouses of backwoods New England; for there the dark elements of strength, solitude, grotesqueness and ignorance combine to form the perfection of the hideous.

H.P. Lovecraft

"The Picture in the House"

[phee]

I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; and what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which showed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not.

[phee]

Todays Lesson:

Shoggoth. Great protoplasmic masses created by the star-headed Old Ones as the first organic life forms of earth. Shoggoths were created as beasts of burden under the ocean. The Shoggoth are multi-cellular creatures, able to mold their tissues into all sorts of temporary organs under hypnotic suggestion by the Old Ones. This ability made the things the perfect workhorses for building the vase Old Ones' empire. Later, the Shoggoth acquired the ability to mimic the sounds of the Old Ones and developed the ability to think for itself.

This ability to think led to the War of Resubjugation, which occurred about one-hundred and fifty million years ago, when the Shoggoths rebelled against their marine masters. Their favorite attack on the Old Ones was to devour the latter's head, leaving the carcass headless in a pool of its blood. The Old Ones reestablished their control after attack the Shoggoths with energy weapons.

The only recorded encounter between a Shoggoth and a human occurred beneath the lost city of the Old Ones on the Plateau of Leng. Professor Dyer of the Miskatonic University Expedition. Professor Dyer describes the Shoggoth as "vaster than a subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and unforming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front…crying "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" and at last we remembered that the demoniac Shoggoths—given life, thought, and plastic organ patterns by the Old Ones, and having no language save that which the dot groups expressed—had likewise no voice save the imitated accents of their bygone masters."

At the Mountains of Madness, H.P. Lovecraft

[phee]

"Ph'nglu mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Ia"

[phee]

Edited July 20, 2006 by phee

[phee]

Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

[Gauge]

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

that kicks so much ass

[phee]

that kicks so much ass 

Yes he does....

Thankyou high Priestess Gauge