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Dunwich Findings
These am photos of various thing. Thing witch Dunwich Horror find during Dunwich’s most recent Flickr eckpedition, in which Dunwich narrowly escaped with dunwich life. If tasty human aprishiate all Dunwich bring to there Aether-net-bocks, Dunwich appreciate small gifts of lifestock or sheeps. Thank you. Do not spray Dunwich Horror with yellow stuff agin. Thank you. Dunwich Horroren.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey
Fishmen
Found through some guy named “Warren Ellis”, here – the Shadow Over Innsmouth, in 1 minute thirty-eight seconds, as a musical. Lyrics courtesy of The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. Prof. Aden M. Kemywww.mykeamend.com
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The Tale of How
“Nine months of part time work gave birth to The Blackheart Gang’s acclaimed short film called, The Tale of How. The Tale of How is the second part of a trilogy of works called the Dodo Trilogy. It is to later be flanked by The Tale of Then and The Tale of When. The Dodo Trilogy, in turn, fits into a much greater work called, The Household”… More on this amazing film series here The Tale of How from Shy the Sun on Vimeo. [via] Prof. Aden M. Kemywww.mykeamend.com
A Nocturne for My Saturnine
The Chuthlu Crush The Magpie’s Bird Room There was once a woman born Abigail Frost who thought she saw a very strange creature when she was just a child. This fateful event put her on a path that would slowly cause her to become more and more dedicated to the task of proving the reality of what she thought she saw. This task became an obsession and this obsession would finally be satisfied, only the reward for her driven pursuit was not exactly what she was looking for. Abigail was transformed into a creature known as a Taurean and her immortal name became the Magpie. In the mythology of the Taureans and Saturnines the Magpie became a well known figure. Her fabled bird room housed countless species of bird or rumored to exist. This was her passion for decades until a chance introduction to a book about Lovecraft’s old gods caused her to make a sudden and sharp turn. Her crush on the old thing named Cthulhu found strange changes taking place in the Magpie… […]
Televisor Museum
As announced by Prof. Erwin Lindemann of the forum at brassgoggles, These televisors are the creme de la creme when it comes to modern Victorian Era technology – which would lead me to wonder exactly why they are calling it a “museum”, were it not for their wondrously artistic design and craftsmanship. Of course such attention to aesthetics is today’s standard when it comes to quality electro-powered devices – after all, if it is not beautiful in its design, how could it ever be correct in its engineering? The museum has near thirty of these incredible works of modern technology; Expect to see them available for ordering by the early to mid Edwardian Era, with customizations available as per buyer. Visit the Televisor Museum via the wonders of the Aethernet Prof. Aden M. Kemywww.mykeamend.com
Back from Yet Another Perilous Journey
“Stand back everyone, I’m from Cincinnati!”, I yelled, intelligently, at the frightened masses huddled inside of the aeroplane cabin, their faces ugly with fear. There I stood, alone, amidst the crowd, looking over a rather broken man, who was gasping in pain, clutching at his own hideously twisted form. “Just what does being from Cincinnati have to do with medical emergencies?” huffed she, a rather pointy-faced old lady, who by the tone of her voice, and the sheer stupidity of her question, was obviously from Toledo. “Well,” I said “Cincinnati is 683 feet above sea level, and 31 miles from the ocean, which of course makes me the anti-christ.” “And who better to save the life of this poor man than one with such awesome and incredible powers of deduction as I?”, I added, peering around the innards of the fast-falling machine – looking for makeshift tools to do the job at hand. There was little time remaining; The injured man’s leg was bleeding profusely all over the fine low-pile cobalt-blue carpet, his bones jutting awkwardly outward like the eyes of a strangled Cambodian prostitute. […]