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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed

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Butters

Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component.

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passings, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired.

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired.

Walter landed upon

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired. Walter landed upon putrescence, narrowly avoiding

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired. Walter landed upon putrescence, narrowly avoiding the sickly pulsating

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired. Walter landed upon putrescence, narrowly avoiding the sickly pulsating flute like appendage

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired. Walter landed upon putrescence, narrowly avoiding the sickly pulsating flute like appendage which whipped past.

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired. Walter landed upon putrescence, narrowly avoiding the sickly pulsating flute like appendage which whipped past. In his hands

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Under the cover of tenebrous night a man slinks through the courtyard. His eyes gleam like milky stars reflected from the torches of the hunters. Slavering canine pursuers inhaled the traces of the terror that hung in gleaming clinging transudation, spallating endogenously amongst fine tuned olfactories. Terror reaches out, victimizing the minds, tightening its grip in vice-like claws so tight that suffocating fear blinds its stricken prey. The crack of a whip shatters the delicate filigree of Spanish moss, yet it fails to connect with manifold gnarled excrescences meandering from between gnarled bole to spatter, effervescently hissing sputum from the many rugose sphincters scarring their bark. The dilapidated gazebo offers apparent safety, the fear-stricken skulker looks behind to see the stalking form ooze forwards, tendril shudderingly outstretched, its physiogamied pseudopod clenching and writhing in the moonlight. Smiling grimly, he accepted his fate for a second, but to his chagrin, the decision was not his to accept, for at that very moment a shadow engulfed his form.

 

He awakes in a wood coffin his breath ragged, his thoughts scattered, and his hands clenched at his side. The rasping sound was not his, but instead heard the rodent thing, his constant companion that rasping ragged sweet-faced necrotic soulmate, that fiend from beyond death's door. The insidious horror slimes coldly down the dark grassy coffin walls, odours slowly assail his senses from gaps between reality and dimensions beyond comprehension, the eldritch, unnameable, perception-warping iridescent influences permeate contiguous consciences. Snuffling replaced rasping, deep entombed sounding sobbings of despair anguish and pain.

 

The rodent spoke, in tongues unknown, imprecating maelstromic forces, impregnating its captive audience with a kernel of iron truth that struck and shattered his contrained mortal perceptions into fragments of shattered undulating memories of previous existences. Faces, heavy-browed, apish, chanted unholy lamentations to some unknown blasphemous cosmic lawgiver on a plateau beyond and below the place called Pandemonium by some unholy cult leaders.

 

This profane city lies steeped in crepuscular light and Cyclopean buildings of loathsome aspect dominate the horizon under deliquescing ice peaks. A sanguine moon drips rubescent shafts of sickly lumescence, idolatrous Rat-faced celebrants silently writhe and wriggle obscenely as the dreaded bells of the mad gods peal their clarion call reverberating through sepulchral voids and chasms wherein he has slumbered for uncounted gnomonic shadow passing, the gaunt superintendent opened one prodigious portal to another scene of blasphemous unspeakable horror.

 

He begins to giggle at the sight of bones arrayed in unholy asymmetry across the chasm. He jumped forward crossing the threshold, oblivious to the sounds of piping that echoed in the dark abyss of Azathoths court. The ritual needed one final component. Which by jumping upon the head of the graven bone image of some gibbering monstrosity could be acquired. Walter landed upon putrescence, narrowly avoiding the sickly pulsating flute like appendage which whipped past. In his hands he now held

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