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Last updated: 23 August 2007
 
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

In the deepening gloom of twilight, walk timidly through the unkempt garden to the door. Open the gray, wooden portal into the abandoned house. Allow the sagging door to close behind you, the rusty latch clicking shut with finality. Seat yourself on the slivery wooden chair before the dusty old table and caress the crumbling leather of the ancient tome.

Light the rune-carved tallow candle, huddling close to the greenish tinged flame for some small measure of warmth. Peer into the past, painfully inscribed across the moldering pages. Puzzle out the cryptic, spidery handwriting as you search for meaning in the ancient words writ long ago.

Do not, under any circumstances, listen to the faint whispers curling deeply into your ear...


I have dwelt ever in realms apart from the visible world; spending my youth and adolescence in ancient and little-known books, and in roaming the fields and groves of the region near my ancestral home. I do not think that what I read in these books or saw in these fields and groves was exactly what other boys read and saw there; but of this I must say little, since detailed speech would but confirm those cruel slanders upon my intellect which I sometimes overhear from the whispers of the stealthy attendants around me. - The Tomb by H. P. Lovecraft

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