Ph’nglui Mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!

Hiel Ab Shel Alor Mal Ki Al Bi Eli.

Kosher male reproductive organcheese Posted:

haha oh man i bet you want to kill to me because i am like jewish

syke oh man this is just an account somewhere hahahaha whatttt

YO WbumUP BRUTHA I GOTS YO BACK NAW MEAN

I̷̝̙̣̤͉̯̳̯ͯ̌’͈͙̖̖̗̪͈̳̻̈́ͫ̌ͦ̊͌ͯ͠l̶͕͙̞̺͔̐ͨl̥͉̺͚̯̜̣͎̓̆̄̑͑ͧ̌̐̚͘ ̲͇͙͛̄s̸͎̘̲͇̊ͧͩ̔ͥͬͅę̺͈̥̼̪̰̤̊̽̔́e͖̠̘̣͌̽̂̓ͣ͌̚ ̖͈̋́c̸̖͍̻̩͐̃́ṯ̸͔̞ͦ̀́ͯ́h̡̧̨̲͔͍̙̦̜̯͖͌̃u͕̯̹͇̞̱͌̃͌̅l̢̯͓̠͉̱͂͒̐̏̐̒h̨̨̠̮̙̩̜͂͌ͣ͛ͬͨű̢͖̐̊̇̕͞ ̛̛̱̥͇͚̆̑ͬͨͫͧͦĭ̢̻̘̭̯͐̓ͨ͐̈ͤ͘͜n̷̘̞͉̩͎̺̯̤̓̄̄ͧ̈́͒͟ ̥͍̮̦̄̃̇̓ͯ̊͛̎̀h̟̬̜͎͔̩́̆̔͛̅̀ȇ̶͈̼̪̭̫̠ͧ̆͟͝l̼̟̬̬͙͖̲̣͆ͫ́͛̏̇̉̐ḻ̴̷̖̖͙̫̖̒͛̃̑͌͞ͅ.̘̤͕̣̳̦̗ͤ

TZX Posted:

Hastur

Ah. I too have read the king in yellow. Tell me, do you find it as mind expanding as I?

TZX Posted:

Hastur

You said that, already. Now, try saying something useful.

Tell me, vat is your opinion on nihilism?

Nobody Owens Posted:

Tell me, Mr Abdul, do you think that Cthulhu will judge my graveyard friends? They were good to me.

My friend, The great Cthulhu calls us home to R’lyeh. I have seen the plains of Vhoorl and I know in my heart of hearts that when the stars are right and he awakens from his dreams he will liberate us our bodies and lead man-kind into the age of the Old Ones.

As for your graveyard friends – as someone who’s studied necromancy extensively I can conclude this:

That is not dead which can eternal lie.

And with strange aeons even death may die 

Nobody Owens Posted:

Tell me, Mr Abdul, do you think that Cthulhu will judge my graveyard friends? They were good to me.

Graveyard friends? Boy, do I have just the thing for you!

Out of the sea-horizoned north, where ships from Gerngoth were wont to play among the arctic islands, a galley came drifting with idle oars and aimlessly veering helm. The tide beached it among the boats of the fishermen, which fared no longer to sea but were drawn up on the sands below . . . Thronging about the galley in awe and wonder, the fishers beheld its oarsman still at the oars and its captain at the helm. But the faces and hands of all were stark as bone, and were white as the flesh of leprosy; and the pupils of their open eyes and faded strangely, being indistinguishable now from the whites; and a blankness of horror was within them, like the ice in deep pools that are fast frozen to the bottom.

The Mad Árabe. I knew you would return, algun día.

We have a score to settle, you and I.