In true fashion to the genre, I'm going gorram nuts because I can't find my copy of The Collected H.P. Lovecraft anywhere in the house, despite tearing every shelf apart....
Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Friday, June 4, 2010
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The priests of Yog-Sothoth have returned to claim it! The secrets of the elder gods must not be known until the stars are aligned and Ryleh rises from the sea, as Azatoth listens to the music of those infernal pipes!
(while you wait for the volume to be returned, you might enjoy these disturbing songs from YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ftld7Ohojg)
That ALWAYS happens to me; just about the time I can't bear it anymore and buy a new copy, the old one magically appears.
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