Showing posts with label Lovecraftian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lovecraftian. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

The Saturn Transgression: Part One.








The Saturn Transgression
I

Rayfe Tassk took one last drag from his cigar, and then flicked the smoldering butt over the alarmingly corroded safety rail of landing platform B77. He watched it drop for a few feet before it disappeared in the boiling Venusian cloud cover below. A mild twinge of vertigo assailed him and he stepped away from the edge, walking casually back to the battered metallic ellipsoid that was his home and livelyhood, the light freighter Celestial Bounty.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Cthulhu Mythos Obscurities

In the story "The Shadow out of Time" H.P. Lovecraft mentions "a general of the great-headed brown people who held South Africa in B.C. 50,000" as one the Yithian's mental abductees.
Perhaps HPL's inspiration for this was Boskop Man aka Homo Capensis, a separate species of ancient humans theorized to have a much greater brain capacity based on some big skulls found in South Africa in 1913 (the idea has since been discredited). Was HPL imagining them in his mythos as a prehistoric empire since they had a general smart enough to get mind switched with a Yithian cone creature?

Not much online about Boskop Man since it's now considered just some unusually big skulls and not a separate race of early man but here's an image and a couple of articles.

Friday, March 30, 2018

She-Fiends of Yaramaj

She-Fiends of Yaramaj

Being an account of the violence that plagued that city, as recorded by Kostio, subprefect.

The First Incident

    It was in the third week of my assignment to the city guard of Yaramaj that the first incident occurred. The incident was unusual only in the fact it was brought to our attention at all, and that the one reporting it was such an outlandish individual. She was a green-eyed giantess of a woman, with flaxen hair bound it two great braids that reached to her waist, clad in a rude tunic sewn from a tiger’s pelt.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Red Stained Lips




From the journal of Kirkman Eubanks Forester. An alleged mentally sick person

My carefully laid plans to summon YrrdrGdnol from blackest Ghonshu had come together without a hitch. Assembling the induction coils had been simplicity itself, (if Jorgenson had done it 1890, how hard could it be for me in 2009?) instructions for the ritual where easily obtainable off the internet, and finding a suitable location had been quite easy. (The archway from the abandoned Old Holiness Brotherhood compound in the foothills south of Sweetwater was perfect for my purposes, and the irony of using such a location was delicious). Even obtaining a child for the required blood sacrifice had been easy. I found her wandering unattended in Wal-Mart while her mother tried on cheap Chinese sweat pants in the dressing room. I simply seized her by the hand and walked out with her. People these days don’t watch their children as they should.