In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming! That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die!
Mr. Francias Thurston inherits papers And an old bas-relief from his granduncle. The small sculpture, described by Thurston as “A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted on a grotesque and scaly Body with rudimentary wings.
This sculpture was the work of a Henry Wilcox Based on his “delirious dreams of great Cyclopean Cities of Titan blocks and sky flung monoliths, All dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror!”
In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming! That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die!
Found within his granduncles notes are accounts Of mental illness related to these delirious dreams. And around the globe maniacs has referred to this ominous being and are then found dead!
In 1908, the American Archeological Society Attempts to identify a statuette recovered from Some kind of voodoo ritual in the New Orleans swamps And the idol clearly mirrors the Wilcox Bas-relief!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh whah’nagl Fhtagn!
Even though hes learned too much Thurston needs to know, more He then discovers an article describing the discovery Of a derelict ship with one survivor Who only repeats “The Madness from the Seaaaa!”
Thurston travels to find this man and discovers that he has died But has left behind a manuscript Which describes the fate of the derelict ship!
"He is Gustav Johansen, a norwegian and 2nd mate to the ship "Emma" of Auckland. The Emma was delayed and thrown widely south of her course by the storm of March 1st."
On an uncharted island, with a coastline of Mingled mud, ooze and weedy Cyclopean masonry The crew disembarks from the weathered “Emma” And makes their way towards nothing less than The nightmare, corpse city of R’lyeh!
The crew fail to comprehend the strange, Non-Euclidean Geometry of the city. And due to their ignorance they Open a monterous, carven portal …
It lumbered, slobberingly into sight and Gropingly squeezed its gelatinous green Immensity though the black doorway. The stars were right again, and what an Age old cult had failed to do by design, A band of sailors had done by accident!
After vigintillions of years, great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
The crew flees, being devoured one by one Only Johansen and one crew mate escape.
Once on the ship they flee but with The monstrosity in pursuit of the vessel! With one last breath the crew mate screams “The Madness from the Sea!” Johansen turns the ship and rams the creatures head! …
It bursts with a slushy nastiness And the stench of fish Only to immediately be Reformed!
"That was all. After that Johansen only brooded over the idol in the cabin and attended to a few matters of food for himself and the laughing maniac by his side. As my uncle went, as poor Johansen went, so I shall go. I know too much and the kvlt still lives." - H.P. LovecraftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
