"it is said, that, beneath all the chaos, there is an underlying pattern of perfect order."
Once, there was no change, no entropy. Only the pattern and everything that belonged, designed and created to suit its purpose. Today, the pattern remains, but only in tatters, warped in new ways. From the echoes of the pattern came change and thought; driven by the "divine spark" that dwells within any sentient creature. Are these the fragments of Azathoth's lost mind? It is not gold that spread
So, here I am running through the Painted World of Ariamis, trying to escape without dying *again*, or distubing those annoying spear chucking phalanax, when I'm greeted by a most pleasent message:
"Dark Spirit Xanthous King Jeremiah has invaded!"
So I do away with that pest by tricking him into rolling off a cliff, unfortunately meaning that I didn't get the goodies from his body, but the armour will turn up behind Priscilla's fluffy tail regardless...
So when I pick it up and exami
After both those strange dreams, I finally figured out who Nyarlathotep was. Then I realised that he had already given me the answer;
"Are you a part of my psyche? My Shadow?"
" Yes... And No."
I interpreted that to mean that he was something other than just me. But a few days back it hit me that he was actually answering both questions in one go. Then I got another slap across the face when reading through one of Jung's books.
There was t
The Outer Gods, Azathoth and Yog Sothoth, and their messenger, Nyarlathotep... We see them as three seperate entites, but are they truly three birthed apart? Was there once a singluar entity whose name and form are now lost to the mists of an age before time, light, space, and matter?
"I am the Alpha and Omega... The Fallen King whose court is staffed by idiots! You who stand on the edge of creation... What drives you to cast away the flickering spark of your life so easily.
Ok, that's it... I find it offiical in my mind, the Slender Man Mythos is some of the scariest stuff I've ever seen. Damn you, Marble Hornets for your entries!
From a metaphysical standpoint, I haven't gone to bed feeling this paranoid and headach-y since the thoughtform of freaking Nyarlathotep popped in to give me nightmares and pass on whatever demented messages he had. Yep, I've fallen into the trap that most writers of the Slender Man Mythos have done befoe; I give myself nightmares. A
Delta Green Archive:
These are a strange breed of "superhumans" who only exist in an alternate universe. The history of the Beseechers is not truly known, but it is rumoured that they were once a group of mages living in solitude who were sought out by power hungry pilgrims. The power of the Beseechers once came from their devotion to an avatar of the Crawling Chaos, but more recently Nyarlathotep has taken to choosing people it finds "interesting". Once a person has be
Archives from the Sothoth Facility 2:
5 Billion AD:
The year 5,000,000,000 is a forbidden time zone for D.G. Agents. It is also a part of the era where mankind's evolution has led them to become like the Outer Gods in form and mannerisms (?). It is forbidden due to the fact that none of our technology is capable of protecting us from severe mental breakdowns. (It's like being back in the Dark Ages! ) One Agent's goggles overloaded and shattered upon witnessing what we had become. Up
Public access to files is revoked. All access to files must be authorised by users of a "Keeper" level authority.
"The Sothoth Facility was first purposed in 4212 AD, and was fully operational by 4334. It is Delta Green's main archive and information processing facility, named for a certain trans-dimensional entity. The Facility's mascot's, Parma and Enlil, were artifically created, sentient bubble creatures that were a delight for visitors of all ages. But, with the AI supercomputer catalo
I finished this ages ago, but I thought I'd be nice and post a link there for anyone who was interested in reading my work.
I tried to keep this true... But forgive me if it veers into inaccurate territory at some points.
Please, comment and leave your views.
Why won't this guy leave me alone? Is there something he's trying to tell me?
Nyarlathotep specifically scolded me not to write this up like " One of [My] stories".
Down, beneath the earth, I take stone steps one at a time.
The smoothness of the walls an steps, combined with their ancient age suggest that they were constructed by my ancestors, or whomever came before them...
Regardless of maker, it had been placed here solely for the purpose of my visit.
The darkness pressed in ar
Nyarlathotep's "improvements" take it's toll on the television.
"'Done.' The screwdriver disintegrated and the Crawling Chaos slid closely up to Alex, who was currently searching for the remote. 'If this blows up in my face...'
'It won't. Trust me.'
'Speak of the Devil...' Alex snorted, flicking through the TV channels. 'Huh? I don't remember these channels.'
'Yeah, I boosted the signal. By a few million miles.'
'Channels from Spain, France, Poland...'
A 19 year old seeking work, he and his family have recently moved into a new house. But it is in dreams that things take a bizzare turn.
Drake's younger sister, she suffers from insomnia and can often be heard roaming the halls of her new home at night.
The mother of Sarah and Drake. She remains oblivious to the odd goings on around the house.
The father of Sarah
A subtle chill goes through my spine as I try to recall this fuzzy dream memory. But, I assure you, every word is true.
It was at a twisted time between dream and wakening. A hatch appeared in my bedroom ceiling, supposedly leading up to the attic, but it wasn't the attic.
Spiders. Massive tarantulas. I slammed the hatch shut again, falling back onto my bed. I could feel Him up there, laughing at me. I wasn't going to be weak. He wasn't going to have his way. I pulled the hatch down an
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I've heard it rumoured that Lovecraft -in his youth- sought solace with the Gods of Egypt. But it appears that it was not until his shift into atheism that the Gods finally answered him.
He says that his inspiration for such Outer Gods came from his dreams. Could we be clever enough to assume that something existing on another plane came into contact with Lovecraft, but he- in his sleepy, skepitcal state- refused this as nothing more then a figment of
I have done some research into the world of HP Lovecraft and have discovered weaknesses that can temporarily disable or stun them:
Cthulhu: Let's start with big green himself. What you need for him is a chef, and an electrical impulse capable of turning the entire ocean into a flash fryer. Just don't stand in said ocean along with Cthulhu. Bingo! Calamari for all!
(side effects may include: killing everything in the ocean, bad tasting calamari)
Azathoth: Well, face it... If you've mad
You can probably guess that's neither Hitler or Jun's father, despite what form he takes.
I feel that it is quite a good rendition of the Crawling Chaos, working as the "Shadow Side" of humanity.
The creepiest line would be what Nyarly did to poor Jun:
Nyarly: "Did I say something to offend you? You were the one who wished for me after all. You embraced the illusion of a perfect father. And that is why I am here. Just as you wished, I fufilled my role and played "Daddy" to suit y
Welcome to Lovecraftian School, we have the best facilities, finest foods, and... rather odd teachers.
Staff List ( Work In Progress):
Headmaster: Mr A. Thoth
A man who seems to have trouble with his workload, he spends the majority of his time in his office, asleep, when he is awake he seems to be perpetually drunk.
Deputy Head: Mr N. Tepp
A strict science teacher with questionable methods for teaching students. His mere presence drives a chilling fear into the hearts of
Reading around, considering mythos, and taking a few little imaginative leaps, I have come to a conclusion:
We are his toys. Cultivated by him, for him.
It is he who keeps Cthulhu and his kin dreaming. He does so, so he may continue to play with us, crouch down and watch us, or just crush us- one. by. one.
The Mythos beings that we are... We see things- plans, pathways, ideas. Things other races do not.... Could that be why the Mi-Go so value our brains?
Currently we have no
Fanfic: Only Human
Chapter 2: Memory of a Massacre
" A malign force echoed on the air and he spun to face the hall once more, standing by the oak doors stood a man in a pinstriped suit, black shirt underneath, crimson scarf draped loosely over his shoulders, hands in trouser pockets. He was laughing at him, finding something about him utterly amusing, glowing eyes narrowed as spine chilling chuckles of utter mania continued. Then he was gone, a shadow of a man that had faded back into
Be careful what you wish for...
Ok, so I was told by the Admin to post it here...
Obviously I'm not going to post the whole thing here, that would be stupid (and because it's not finished yet.)
"The sun set in the distance as Nathan Dawn stood on the top floor of the city hall clock tower, staring out at the beautiful landscape, he could only stay here a little while longer, he had to meet someone... That view was so beautfiul, maybe he should bring Alex here afterwards? He stoppe
Ok, first blog... Hey everybody.
Not every cosmic horror, or preist is a dead ugly monstrosity.
Take Hastur for example; In my parodyfic; "Mask of the Yellow King" it's revealed he wears a mask because he's actually incredibly handsome, so much so that he could not walk amongst humans without them - looking once at his face- becoming seriously infatuated.
I'm writing another at the moment "Usless Fancies" , which is more "Lovecraft-Lite" than parody. Reasons so: