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Sweet! Thanks for the advertisement! I don't have a lot of Inspector Vakarian yet, but he'll be more important soon.Andaius20 wrote...
thank ye kindly, soem gals over in the Garrus thread have expressed interest in your lovecraft works, I'm procuring you more readers.NuclearBuddha wrote...
Here.Andaius20 wrote...
Buddah do you have a link to the collected works of your lovecraftian works?
(Need to start linking this in my sig.)
Modifié par NuclearBuddha, 24 juin 2010 - 06:25 .
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Sweet! Thanks for the advertisement! I don't have a lot of Inspector Vakarian yet, but he'll be more important soon.Andaius20 wrote...
thank ye kindly, soem gals over in the Garrus thread have expressed interest in your lovecraft works, I'm procuring you more readers.NuclearBuddha wrote...
Here.Andaius20 wrote...
Buddah do you have a link to the collected works of your lovecraftian works?
(Need to start linking this in my sig.)
Goat_Shepard wrote...
I love Spongebob. More hilarious than half the sh!t on Comedy Central.
Damnit, wrong thread.
Andaius20 wrote...
meh my 5 year old niece love it. it has it's moments but I like Venture bros, Metalocylipse and Futurama
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Bidding the Russian good night, with the promise that we would speak further in the morning, I returned to my room, finding Inspector Vakarian lingering at the door. At his questioning glance, I repeated Lt. Alenko’s warning, happy to take the constable into my confidence. The Inspector nodded, adding his own caution that one of the reports he received from Greenmarsh had spoken of a great mob of surly Russian immigrants descending on the town during the exiles and pogroms following the Bolshevik coup. He was thus wary of the intentions of the burly Cossack in Dr. Newstead’s employ, as there were hints of immigrant involvement in the murders he had been sent to investigate. Agreeing to remain on guard, we shook hands and departed to our separate rooms.
Despite my earlier travel-induced weariness, I found that restorative sleep evaded me. Sullen winds rattled the shuttered windows, and the loathsome ivy scraped and shook against the walls of the manor in a manner unpleasantly suggestive. Unable to find slumber and unwilling to dwell upon the eerie clamor, I contemplated the incredible journey I had embarked upon, and the most singular woman who had precipitated it. Such a contradiction is rarely found across the breadth of humanity; one so gentle, but frightfully determined, so open, but shrouded in mystery nonetheless. A supreme irony, one of the many tricks an uncaring universe has chosen to torment its playthings. I again returned to that night aboard the SS Normadie, so fraught with horrifying allure, but foolishly all that came to the forefront of my mind was the distressing enticement of her pale lips, finally revealed to me by a chance gust of wind. Of the heights of eldritch terror preceding that moment, I rue to admit that I thought nothing.
A sound startled me from my reverie, muffled by the door, but distinct all the same. From the hallway there came a peculiar slithering, tentative and stealthy, across the floorboards. I strained every nerve, held frozen by apprehension as the noise drew nearer, occasionally making a muted bump or knock, as if something groped blindly down the corridor. Several times a curious rattle or metallic clicking could be heard, though I would not comprehend the import of this for a moment yet. Finally the source of this dreadful, squamous sound stopped before my room. Silence reigned momentarily, and I fairly held my breath for the tension. Just as it seemed that it had all been merely a fancy, the product of the uncanny atmosphere of the house working on my fatigue-addled imagination, there came a fumbling at the latch of the door, and I realized that it had tried each latch in the hallway in succession! I would have sprang from bed to seize the door and prevent entry to whatever lurked outside, but as quick as it had begun, it stopped, and made its slithering retreat back down the corridor. Now more wary than ever, I remained awake for some time, falling asleep only at the thought of Miss Zorah’s strange actions at each door before we had retired for the night.
Freudian?cannedcream wrote...
She probably doesn't have time to watch TV seeing as how bust she is BEING AWESOME and all.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Okay, that's it for tonight. Hope you all enjoyed.
Modifié par Lividity Jones, 24 juin 2010 - 06:39 .
Gotta keep people hungry for more, right?Lividity Jones wrote...
Glad to see Miss Zorah's charms are so... otherwordly that all those nightmarish visions at sea have been left behind.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
*storysnip*
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Gotta keep people hungry for more, right?Lividity Jones wrote...
Glad to see Miss Zorah's charms are so... otherwordly that all those nightmarish visions at sea have been left behind.
Heh.
A storm just started brewing outside. Complete with thunder and the occasional bright flash of lightning.NuclearBuddha wrote...
Gotta keep people hungry for more, right?Lividity Jones wrote...
Glad to see Miss Zorah's charms are so... otherwordly that all those nightmarish visions at sea have been left behind.
Heh.
Modifié par Strawberry Kiwi, 24 juin 2010 - 06:44 .
Again with the hybrid thing...Lividity Jones wrote...
She's caught a fish.
Awful pun intended.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Freudian?cannedcream wrote...
She probably doesn't have time to watch TV seeing as how bust she is BEING AWESOME and all.
It was storming like a motherf-er over here about an hour ago. I was worried I was going to lose power and look like a big jerk.Strawberry Kiwi wrote...
A storm just started brewing outside. Complete with thunder and the occasional bright flash of lightning.
Would have been perfect about an hour ago.
RedTracer7 wrote...
Advertisement, you say?
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Again with the hybrid thing...Lividity Jones wrote...
She's caught a fish.
Awful pun intended.
You're not going to be disappointed if you're wrong, are you?
(You're not going to be disappointed if you're right, are you?)
This was very well-put.NuclearBuddha wrote...
Despite my earlier travel-induced weariness, I found that restorative sleep evaded me. Sullen winds rattled the shuttered windows, and the loathsome ivy scraped and shook against the walls of the manor in a manner unpleasantly suggestive. Unable to find slumber and unwilling to dwell upon the eerie clamor, I contemplated the incredible journey I had embarked upon, and the most singular woman who had precipitated it. Such a contradiction is rarely found across the breadth of humanity; one so gentle, but frightfully determined, so open, but shrouded in mystery nonetheless. A supreme irony, one of the many tricks an uncaring universe has chosen to torment its playthings. I again returned to that night aboard the SS Normadie, so fraught with horrifying allure, but foolishly all that came to the forefront of my mind was the distressing enticement of her pale lips, finally revealed to me by a chance gust of wind. Of the heights of eldritch terror preceding that moment, I rue to admit that I thought nothing.
Lovely!RedTracer7 wrote...
RedTracer7 wrote...
Advertisement, you say?
It's f-ing hard to describe any kind of romantic attraction since HPL left no examples to go by. I've read Thing on the Doorstep like 10 times now.Azint wrote...
This was very well-put.
It's either that or 'shipping, I guess.Lividity Jones wrote...
Honestly, I am cool with either outcome.
I'm weird like that.
But that won't stop my endless speculation.
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