“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage too far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little: but someday the piecing togetherof dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifiying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safely of a new dark age. In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die…” -H.P. Lovecraft

The Madness From The Sea In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming! That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die! Mr. Francias Thurston inherits papers And an old bas-relief from his granduncle. The small sculpture, described by Thurston as “A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted on a grotesque and scaly Body with rudimentary wings. This sculpture was the work of a Henry Wilcox Based on his “delirious dreams of great Cyclopean Cities of Titan blocks and sky flung monoliths, All dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror!” In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming! That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die! Found within his granduncles notes are accounts Of mental illness related to these delirious dreams. And around the globe maniacs has referred to this ominous being and are then found dead! In 1908, the American Archeological Society Attempts to identify a statuette recovered from Some kind of voodoo ritual in the New Orleans swamps And the idol clearly mirrors the Wilcox Bas-relief! That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh whah’nagl Fhtagn! Even though hes learned too much Thurston needs to know, more He then discovers an article describing the discovery Of a derelict ship with one survivor Who only repeats “The Madness from the Seaaaa!” Thurston travels to find this man and discovers that he has died But has left behind a manuscript Which describes the fate of the derelict ship! "He is Gustav Johansen, a norwegian and 2nd mate to the ship "EMMA" of Auckland. The EMMA was delayed and thrown widely south of her course by the storm of March 1st." On an uncharted island, with a coastline of Mingled mud, ooze and weedy Cyclopean masonry The crew disembarks from the weathered “EMMA” And makes their way towards nothing less than The nightmare, corpse city of R’lyeh! The crew fail to comprehend the strange, Non-Euclidean Geometry of the city. And due to their ignorance they Open a monterous, carven portal … It lumbered, slobberingly into sight and Gropingly squeezed its gelatinous green Immensity though the black doorway. The stars were right again, and what an Age old cult had failed to do by design, A band of sailors had done by accident! After vigintillions of years, great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight. The crew flees, being devoured one by one Only Johansen and one crew mate escape. Once on the ship they flee but with The monstrosity in pursuit of the vessel! With one last breath the crew mate screams “THE MADNESS FROM THE SEA!” Johansen turns the ship and rams the creatures head! … It bursts with a slushy nastiness And the stench of fish Only to immediately be Reformed! "That was all. After that Johansen only brooded over the idol in the cabin and attended to a few matters of food for himself and the laughing maniac by his side. As my uncle went, as poor Johansen went, so I shall go. I know too much and the kvlt still lives." - H.P. Lovecraft

Haunter Robert Blake was found dead in his apartment Struck by lightning filed the authorities But to damage to the building was found! They found his diary, filled with Knowledge of a church in Providence And a demonic entity living within! … A few days earlier, Blake was drawn to the church on the hill He has heard stories of cults worshiping dark spirits there, he must know! Driven by his itch he makes his way down town to investigate, this mysterious place. As he gets closer, he sees the streets getting less and less dense, they are now empty. He arrives at the church, enters the dark basement Through a slightly cracked window. Discovered are strange religious symbols scattered throughout. He makes his way to the base of the steeple on the first floor. What he finds, is a dark redstone suspended in an open box It entraps his gaze! And shows him images of space and time, Far beyond his intellect! Startled by a sudden sound from behind him, He whips around to see a human skeleton Disrupted by a rats attempt to escape the room, His heart skips in shock. The corpse seems to be charred as if it was burned and some parts melted off! Found on the corpse was a file about a man who found The “Starry Wisdom Church”… Enoch Bowen! This man Bowen was a renown occultist and archeologist! Who brought the dark stone back from Egypt Blake takes the file, closes the box And exists the church the same way That he came! Once home he digs through the file only to learn One gaze into the Trapezohedron Will awake the Haunter of the Dark! But the lights of the town will keep it Contained to the church, it cannot Move but it in the darkness This is the Haunter of the Dark That lurks in the church On federal hill! Blake knows he should stay clear of the church But it draws his gaze he cannot escape! The haunter will not get out of his mind He has to know whether its real or just a tale! Just, a, tale! In a haze, and a glowing light Dreams of space, and a cryptic entity Feeing astral, but with a conscious mind Blake finally realized, this is not a dream! Blake was .. In the Steeple .. of the Church! He was gazing into the Haunter’s eyes, In the stone, in the dark! In the dark! Breaking free and full of fear, Blake sprints out of the church and back home! Trying to comprehend what he just witnessed He discovers an alarming fact! There was a storm and all the power in the town was cut out, There are no lights only dark He gazed up at the church to see a black shape Break out of the steeple window! …. It makes its way towards me! It’s the haunter of the dark! I see it coming here! HELLWIND! TITAN BLUR! BLACKWINGS! YOG-SOTHOTH SAVE ME! THREE LOBBED BURNING EYE! HAUNTER OF THE DARK! "The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand." -H.P. Lovecraft

Innsmouth, Massachusetts I seek passage from Newburyport to Arkham But the cheapest route is by the bus that passes through Innsmouth. I have heard the people there have been mutated by some sort of Epidemic that gives them narrow heads, bulging eyes and scabby skin. I board the bus to this port town and Im overwhelmed by the stench of fish And the driver shares the same mutations as to rumors tell. Instantly I feel revulsion to the sight and stench but I rest my head on the Rain covered window as I start my trek. On route to the town I see less and less Inhabited homes Left as statues of stone! Upon arrival Most structures are dilapidated And abandoned Or seemed to be in … INNSMOUTH MASSACHUSETTS! SUFFERS FROM A CURSE, FROM THE DEPTHS! ALL ALONG THE MISTY SHORELINE! SHADOWS LURK BENEATH THE WAVES! THE SHADOW OVER INNSMOTH! IS AN ANCIENT TRANSFORMATION! THE DEEP ONES EMBRACE YOUR ARRIVAL! AND WILL MAKE YOU ONE OF THEM! Once in town I make my way to the First National Gorcery The clerk there told me to stay clear of the people And the churches of Dagon and to seek out a drunk Named Zadok who might tell me history of Innsmouth In exchange for a bottle of VODKA! After sometime I found Zadok drunk on the shoreline I presented the VODKA but demanded and explanation Of this crumbling town He told me of a time when the lack of fish Drove this town into starvation And Captain Marsh prayed to Dagon On Devil’s Reef and raised the deep ones from the depths To curse and murder half the town And breed with the rest, hence the Innsmouth look After Zadok’s drunken ramblings, he hysterically screams “YOU MUST LEAVE INNSMOUTH TONIGHT, IMMEDIETLY!” And then sprints away screaming, “THE OLD TRAIN TRACKS, YOU MUST LEAVE!” I began to think of what Zadok said and Thought it best to make my way back to the bus And continue on to Arkham. But when I arrived back to the bus And talked to the driver he said “The bus is broken down and will Not be leaving Innsmouth tonight.” My stomach churned not only from what I just heard But also from his bulgy eyes, scalely skin and rotten stench! INNSMOUTH MASSACHUSETTS! I MUST STAY HERE THIS NIGHT! DIRECTED BY THE DRIVER! TO STAY AT THE GILMAN HOUSE! I GOT MY ROOM! LOCKED THE SHABY DOOR! AND WITH GREAT UNEASE! I DRIFTED OFF TO SLEEP… I awoke many times in the night Unable to sleep in this Musty, strange place Then theres a sound from the door I make my way to the door but take notice of the lack of windows in this room! The closer to the door that I get The louder and clearer the noise becomes. It seems to be whispering Coming from the otherside The door knob begins to rattle As if someones trying to get in… get in …. I decide to look though the keyhole But when I do my eye is met with another eye I fall back realizing what I just saw The rattling turns into banging AM I IN A DREAM?! IS THIS REALLY ME?! YES!! And I must no escape! By any means, I MUST ESCAPE! I run to the conjoining room’s door “It is locked!” so I bang with all my strength Luckily I locked the deadbolt on my door Which gave me enough time to get this one down As it falls, so does the one behind me I look back and see two tall dark figures Making their way towards me As if time stopped, I begin to think “Could these be the cursed men if Devil’s Reef?” With a wave of adrenaline I turn back to the other room And see a window on the far side This is now my only route They are closing in… With Snarling and banging coming from every door I sense the ones behind me drawing near So I sprint at full speed to the window And leap with a crash! Gathering my sense from that two story fall I can hear my pursuers converging on my very soul! I take off in a sprint to the shoreline In hopes to find old Zadok But all I see is a man in a red robe And dark shapes emerging from the water! INNSMOUTH MASSACHUSETTS! THE DEEP ONES HAVE RISED! AND ARE IN PURSUIT OF! ME ON THIS NIGHT! AIMLESSLY RUNNING! THROUGH THIS CURSED TOWN! I REMEMBER ZADOK’S WORDS! “THE OLD TRAIN TRACKS! YOU MUST LEAVE!!!” "The reality of what I had been through was highly uncertain in my mind, but I felt that something hideous lay in the background. I must get away from evil-shadowed Innsmouth - and accordingly I began to test my cramped, wearied powers of locomotion. Despite weakness hunger, horror, and bewilderment I found myself after a time able to walk; so started slowly along the muddy road to Rowley." - H.P. Lovecraft

"I caught the night train to Arkham, and the next day talked long and earnestly with government officials there; a process I later repeated in Boston. Perhaps it is madness that is overtaking me - yet perhaps a greater horror - or a greater marvel - is reaching out." -H.P. Lovecraft