Abandon All hope, ye who enters......


Saturday, March 24, 2012

Bunraku


Epic Movie, Epic Gackt.


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

At the Islands of Madness

From a notebook found in the belongings of Professor Harker, University of Arkham.

Chaos. The only thing on my mind now is chaos. I have seen things during my stay on this island that will haunt me until I die, which I know will be soon. The darkness is closing by, but I must finish this tale before all strength leaves my body.

It started when a ship chartered by the East India Company, bound for the Orient set sailed from my native town of Innsmouth. The ship, carrying a significant amount of gold, spices and a secret cargo that of which was only privy to the captain and a few crew members was constructed by the King’s own navy, and a sturdy one at that. We set sailed on the 31st of March, a day foretold by the Almanac to be an auspicious one.

The journey itself through the channel was uneventful, with some minor storms that hit us on the way. In fact, the journey itself bored me, and eventually curiosity got the better of me. On the 10th night of travel, I entered the hold to sate my curiosity regarding the contents. What I found in the unlabelled cargo was a small statue.

The statue was carved in the effigy of a creature, which gave me a sense of paranoia and fear when I held my gaze upon it. The face…THE FACE!!! I cannot forget it even now!! It is indescribable… tentacles upon a face so hideous! I turned my eyes away from the accursed statue, and in that moment, tragedy struck.

A waterspout came out of the water, enveloping our ship. I remembered nothing after that, my head being struck by the effigy. What I remember was waking up on this island, with the accursed statue in my hands. I discarded the statue in the fading light of the sun, searching for food. That was when I heard the voices.

From the sea, an abnormal tide came closer and closer to the island…and in the fading ray of the sun, I saw fish-men riding the wave. With them, a slow whisper…Cthulhu, Cthulhu…Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn….

The voices overwhelmed me and I gave a scream. The accursed effigy glowed with an eldritch green flame, and in the light of the flame, I could see the fish-men turning their heads to me. I made the mistake of staring into the effigy, and in a moment my eyes were open.

I was underwater, in a sunken city. The whispering grew louder and louder, deafening me. I gave a scream, but only bubbles came out. A sudden movement to my left and I saw a gargantuan creature: The creature which the accursed statue was based on. Powerful wings stayed closed…the face was the same! FOREVER BURNED INTO MY MIND! I gave another scream and the creature stirred for a moment, regarding me as an insect. It sneered, and pushed me away, and in that moment, I was brought back to the island. The Fish-men bowed reverently at the statue, and looked at me once again. I realized then that I was to become their sacrifice.

Now I hide in a cave, hoping futilely that the fish-men will not find me. I hear the whisperings getting louder…Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn…. Let him rise from R’lyeh. Let the master rise from his slumber. IAKSDJIASFadfsahidfasfdasd'asd asdafasgtrehg'nxczjzdjx

The remaining pages contained only vague sketches, most probably product of a deranged mind.