sanity check
The complete works of H.P. Lovecraft are online. Had he been in a different time and place, he'd be as well-known as Edgar Allan Poe. I spent an unreasonably large amount of my youth cranked up on Jolt Cola and Dominoes Pizza playing all-night sessions of Call Of Cthulhu, a role-playing game based in Lovecraft's world. And a couple of years ago I bought some ugly green naugahyde and sewed up a lovely little stuffed Cthulhu for Anne-Marie.
Lovecraft played a rather strong part in my nightmares for years, but then again I was (cough) a bit chemically altered for many of those years, so it's a wonder I didn't lose my mind altogether. Well, there's always tomorrow...
Lovecraft played a rather strong part in my nightmares for years, but then again I was (cough) a bit chemically altered for many of those years, so it's a wonder I didn't lose my mind altogether. Well, there's always tomorrow...
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I have a lot of fond memories of those days (and long nights) too, especially of...
Peter Sellers.
What fun we had! I think that the high mortality (and insanity) of characters in CoC was it's only downfall.
I haven't played many RPG's lately due to lack of time mostly, but I did hook my nephews on console games using D&D rules. I think that when they get a little older I will probably dust off my books and turn them on to pen and paper games.
The horror... the horror...
Didn't I make you a Cthulhu-shaped birthday cake once? Or was it the Eye-in-the-pyramid cake when we were playing Illuminati?
C'thulhu F'tagn!
Did I ever tell you about my trip to Providence, RI and Salem, Ma? I went to many of the houses that he wrote about in his stories, HPL wrote the addresses of many of these places, so I had to see for myself. I read several of his letters at the library at Brown University. That was where I discovered that Salem was the basis for Arkham, Ma. I am not a superstitious man, but I must say, it was very creepy there. I was rubbing grave stones at an ancient graveyard near a crypt that had a rusty door that was slightly ajar (but chained and locked with an old padlock. When my GF at the time started to get antsy. Hurry, let's go! she said, the fog is starting to rise. I looked around and noticed that the fog was rising like flood waters, creating eerie islands of every grave. Then the blood sucking chiggers started to bite me all over. I could have sworn there were eyes in the darkness beyond the crypt door that followed my every move. We ran to the car and back out as fast as that Citation would go, in reverse the whole way. Now I must warn all who came after to stay away. That door, once opened cannot be closed! The horror!
What am I, Betty Crocker?
Narrowly escaped the Deep Ones, did you? I'd love to reread the whole mythos, then go driving around out there. Not sure how many sanity points I have left, though.
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