Let's create an eldritch abomination

Okay I have decided to, from the fires of tv tropes, forge a vile, contemptable elder thing.

so I will have the first post and the next (un)lucky troper who posts will help build upon it, its nature, the affects of its presance, its taint, its depravity, and so on and so forth...

Oh, and please use purple prose.

Neh-Zamoth'kin...

This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place. its labrytian tendrils shadeing it from the reality it did not deserve.

edited 16th Jul '12 8:02:33 PM by eldritchseer

Neh-Zamoth'kin...

This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of it's infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already for told their doom.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs.

... Neh-Zamoth'kin...

This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are concived in horrible demon-orgys with Neh-Zamoth'kins horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tounges into their nightmares, imprginating there minds with the images of their Dread lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kins maw(s). (Oh and thanks for posting and for correcting the spelling errors)

edited 18th Jul '12 9:49:56 PM by eldritchseer

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. Its horrific demon-spawn slither their way it the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tounges into their nightmares, imprginating there minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kins maw(s). The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey.*

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are concived in horrible demon-orgys with Neh-Zamoth'kins horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tounges into their nightmares, imprginating there minds with the images of their Dread lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kins maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey, In fact! they were responcible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One The Lord of Debachery and rape.

(Oh and sorry for editing so much...)

edited 18th Jul '12 11:24:41 PM by eldritchseer

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs.

These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'NorKash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis!

edited 19th Jul '12 9:03:08 AM by Prometheus136

Bump.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'NorKash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vile, ghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle.

edited 19th Jul '12 1:40:46 PM by MobileLeprechaun

I attempted to indulge in a little bit of Eldritch Tongue last post.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vile, ghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle. The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish local of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore.

edited 19th Jul '12 5:32:56 PM by Prometheus136

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle,The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish local of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. but, even then Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker, The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great silence will finally be usherd in by The Great One, and Unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is a Infinantly patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being.

edited 19th Jul '12 5:45:25 PM by eldritchseer

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle, The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish local of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. but, even then Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker, The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great silence will finally be usherd in by The Great One, and Unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is a Infinantly patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found.

edited 19th Jul '12 6:05:18 PM by wikkit

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle, The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish local of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. but, even then Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker, The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great silence will finally be usherd in by The Great One, and Unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is a Infinantly patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Johnethan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a simalar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as, Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson, it should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes.

(Thanks so much for posting all of you)

edited 19th Jul '12 6:50:01 PM by eldritchseer

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle, The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish local of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. but, even then Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker, The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great silence will finally be usherd in by The Great One, and Unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is a Infinantly patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Johnethan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a simalar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as, Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson, it should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes.Soon after, it was reported that the bodies of said men had risen from their graves, grotesquely changed, with eyes and mouths all over their bodies, tentacles instead of fingers, and spikes of bone protruding from their bodies. These reports all came from one man, the only survivor of a mysterious fire which burned down the entire town where said men had lived, who was later diagnosed with acute schizophrenia and thus may not have been a reliable source.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle, The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish local of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. but, even then Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker, The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great silence will finally be usherd in by The Great One, and Unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is a Infinantly patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Johnethan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a simalar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as, Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson, it should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes.Soon after, it was reported that the bodies of said men had risen from their graves, grotesquely changed, with eyes and mouths all over their bodies, tentacles instead of fingers, and spikes of bone protruding from their bodies. These reports all came from one man, the only survivor of a mysterious fire which burned down the entire town where said men had lived, who was later diagnosed with acute schizophrenia and thus may not have been a reliable source.The survivor disapeared three weeks later, and a month later, the ruins of the town aswell

edited 19th Jul '12 9:31:20 PM by eldritchseer

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle. The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish locale of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. But even then, Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One, The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker. The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great Silence will finally be ushered in by The Great One, and unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is an infinitely patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Jonathan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a similar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson. It should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes. Soon after, it was reported that the bodies of said men had risen from their graves, grotesquely changed, with eyes and mouths all over their bodies, tentacles instead of fingers, and spikes of bone protruding from their bodies. These reports all came from one man, the only survivor of a mysterious fire which burned down the entire town where said men had lived, who was later diagnosed with acute schizophrenia and thus may not have been a reliable source.The survivor disapeared three weeks later, and a month later, the ruins of the town as well. The ruins had been replaced by an eerie glyphic formation, only visible from the air. Those who look upon it for more than five minutes are said to be overcome with a feral, uncontrollable bloodlust, spontaneously breaking into a demented chant praising Neh-Zamoth'kin, Nul'Zenk-Qual and the Great One before gouging out their own eyes with whatever object is nearest to them. A ten-day coma then ensues, after which the victim experiences one final, violent convulsion before the merciful blackness of death finally releases their suffering soul from their withered husk of a body.

edited 21st Jul '12 8:42:02 AM by MobileLeprechaun

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle. The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish locale of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. But even then, Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One, The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker. The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great Silence will finally be ushered in by The Great One, and unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is an infinitely patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Jonathan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a similar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson. It should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes. Soon after, it was reported that the bodies of said men had risen from their graves, grotesquely changed, with eyes and mouths all over their bodies, tentacles instead of fingers, and spikes of bone protruding from their bodies. These reports all came from one man, the only survivor of a mysterious fire which burned down the entire town where said men had lived, who was later diagnosed with acute schizophrenia and thus may not have been a reliable source.The survivor disapeared three weeks later, and a month later, the ruins of the town as well. The ruins had been replaced by an eerie glyphic formation, only visible from the air. Those who look upon it for more than five minutes are said to be overcome with a feral, uncontrollable bloodlust, spontaneously breaking into a demented chant praising Neh-Zamoth'kin, Nul'Zenk-Qual and the Great One before gouging out their own eyes with whatever object is nearest to them. A ten-day coma then ensues, after which the victim experiences one final, violent convulsion before the merciful blackness of death finally releases their suffering soul from their withered husk of a body.The glyphic formation apears in several ruins belonging to every form of culture.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5. Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the orignal settelment in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis! His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle. The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish locale of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore. But even then, Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One, The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker. The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great Silence will finally be ushered in by The Great One, and unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is an infinitely patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being. However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Jonathan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a similar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson. It should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes. Soon after, it was reported that the bodies of said men had risen from their graves, grotesquely changed, with eyes and mouths all over their bodies, tentacles instead of fingers, and spikes of bone protruding from their bodies. These reports all came from one man, the only survivor of a mysterious fire which burned down the entire town where said men had lived, who was later diagnosed with acute schizophrenia and thus may not have been a reliable source.The survivor disapeared three weeks later, and a month later, the ruins of the town as well. The ruins had been replaced by an eerie glyphic formation, only visible from the air. Those who look upon it for more than five minutes are said to be overcome with a feral, uncontrollable bloodlust, spontaneously breaking into a demented chant praising Neh-Zamoth'kin, Nul'Zenk-Qual and the Great One before gouging out their own eyes with whatever object is nearest to them. A ten-day coma then ensues, after which the victim experiences one final, violent convulsion before the merciful blackness of death finally releases their suffering soul from their withered husk of a body.The glyphic formation apears in several ruins belonging to every form of culture, and have also mysteriously been sighted in Antarctica, right at the South Pole.

Neh-Zamoth'kin... This vile non-mammalian, demon-thing has no soul; only a inky blank taint and corruption in its place; Its labyrinthian tendrils shading it from the reality it did not deserve, and creating a new, ungodly awful reality that it does deserve everywhere they touch. It has innumerable blood-red eyes covering 1/5 of its wretched, amorphous body and jagged yellow teeth covering the remaining 4/5.

Its worshipers, a horrid-yet-small sect of cultists, worship it as the God of Deviancy and Depravity. And even though their feeble human infant sacrifices sustain the smallest fraction of its infinite hunger, it truly does not care for them, and it has already foretold their doom. In fact, it plans on one day bringing back all the infants sacrificed as wretched undead monsters, allowing them to eat the cultists alive, starting with the eyeballs. These infants are conceived in horrible demon-orgies with Neh-Zamoth'kin's horrific demon-spawn that slither their way in to the dreams of mortals, imprinting the dark tongues into their nightmares, impregnating their minds with the images of their Dread Lords, slowly drawing the poor souls into Neh-Zammoth'kin's maw(s).The majority of the cultists reside in New Jersey. In fact, they were responsible for its construction, creating the original settlement in the shape of Its overseeing Dread Lord. Nhul'Zenk-Qal, The Shunned One, The Lord of Debauchery and rape. Nhul'Zenk-Qal happens to be both Neh-Zamoth'kin's father and lover, having conceived a grotesque offspring with Neh-Zamoth'kin in the infamous Fetid Groping of The Cosmic Despairs. Said offspring is a mindless husk that can vaguely be described as humanoid. Neh-Zamoth'kin uses it as an avatar to commune with Its depraved followers. They call it The Twisted Embryo With No Eyes and Many Mouths. It visits once every thousand years to ensure that the sacrifices are going as instructed. Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! The Ceaseless Black Maw, Gnasher of Stars, Terror of Zor'Nor Kash! He comes with the dimming of the stars! Ia Neh-Zamoth'kin! Yool'nargalr uootopl tirinplat yuul'norgoth agasghlth ereopis!

His long-dreaded return to New Jersey will be heralded by a massive comet made of flesh and blood, which will crash into the sea, tainting it with a vileghastly red foam and an odor not unlike a thousand decaying cattle. The waters surrounding the ghastly, hellish locale of Jersey Shore shall churn as if by an unseen spectral hand and the many spawn of Neh-Zamoth'kin-once dormant, now arisen from gloomy fathoms long-untouched by any sane human being- ascend and wreak havoc on the Set of the equally hellish Jersey Shore.

But even then, Neh-Zamoth'kin... is only a mere polyp of the horrific Great One, The progenitor, of every world and realm, even the mere thought of it causes the stars to flicker. The Eternal Maelstrom is but one of its many, many, names. And the Great Silence will finally be ushered in by The Great One, and unlike Neh-Zamoth'kin, it is an infinitely patient, logical, intelligent, and plotting being.

However, after years upon years, millenia of this horror's existence on earth, there has been rumored to be a method of halting Neh-Zamoth'kin's arrival. All of this research was compiled by one Theodore Millstone, who died in 1897 from unknown causes. His papers are nowhere to be found. His brother, Jonathan Millstone, died soon after in his New England manor in a similar fashion, as did many others at that time, such as Arthur Mc Longfoot, Scott Allistair, Robert Smythe, and Phillip Robinson. It should be noted that they all went out on a yearly hunting trip until 1871, at which point Theodore Millstone started compiling the notes. Soon after, it was reported that the bodies of said men had risen from their graves, grotesquely changed, with eyes and mouths all over their bodies, tentacles instead of fingers, and spikes of bone protruding from their bodies. These reports all came from one man, the only survivor of a mysterious fire which burned down the entire town where said men had lived, who was later diagnosed with acute schizophrenia and thus may not have been a reliable source.

The survivor disappeared three weeks later, and a month later, the ruins of the town as well. The ruins had been replaced by an eerie glyphic formation, only visible from the air. Those who look upon it for more than five minutes are said to be overcome with a feral, uncontrollable bloodlust, spontaneously breaking into a demented chant praising Neh-Zamoth'kin, Nul'Zenk-Qual and the Great One before gouging out their own eyes with whatever object is nearest to them. A ten-day coma then ensues, after which the victim experiences one final, violent convulsion before the merciful blackness of death finally releases their suffering soul from their withered husk of a body. The glyphic formation appears in several ruins belonging to every form of culture, and have also mysteriously been sighted in Antarctica, right at the South Pole. At the North Pole however, A inverted version of this glyph has been sighted. Perhaps it belongs to a conterpart to Neh-Zamoth'kin.

(SNAP)

Our darkness is eternal.

And We shall awaken.

edited 8th Jun '13 9:12:37 PM by eldritchseer

Just trying to keep the thread alive.

making a new post, at this point, requires not only reading everything else in the thread but making sure you dont contradict it. The abomination has simply reached a level of saturation beyond which it is no longer easy to make new posts.

Hmmm... I see thank you.