I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic—with its vast fossil-hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice-cap—and I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain. Doubt of the real facts, as I must reveal them, is inevitable; yet if I suppressed what will seem extravagant and incredible there would be nothing left.
Delightful news for all the cultist gamers out there, if you have not heard about it before! The indy horror game At the Mountains of Madness is now available on Steam! This is the early-access version, so you also get the chance to participate in the final steps of the game’s development. Come on cultists, get involved in this game world and for a very moderate price in deed.
This is the game trailer:
And this is a gameplay video:
To sum up: An awesome looking indy horror game, based on the longest, and one of the most popular, story written by H.P. Lovecraft and the chance to contribute to this game as well. What a package of non-euclidean proportions (does that actually work, this adjective in this sentence, I hereby declare it does, so there!).
Check it out, I know I will.
Oh yes, it is that time of the year again when the Gothic community of the world goes on its annual pilgrimage to Leipzig. The Wave Gotik Treffen is 25 this year and thus has outlived the Loveparade and other festivals of other subcultures by a wide margin.
Yesterday, while thinking about the Wave Gotik Treffen, one of my favourite songs back when I first had contact with the Goth scene and then I realized, it can be turned into a Cthulhu hymn with little effort:
Fhtagn is just a four sigil word
What has changed me into something I don’t know?
Not-dead ancestors like I never know
Fish eyes bouncing in a room of blinded me
Careful of feelings I thought I knew me
A shape is waiting at the corner screaming at me
There is loathing for myself: the hidden me
A closet of unspeakable things no sight to put them in
Hateful sea so deep with no one to swim within
An ancient tale, eons old is just today
Once tomorrow, maybe never, changing me
I am clothed in a shell of scaly sin
Soon I swim to my ancestors, they will let me in
Half-breed offspring is only second-grade
I hate to discuss what this cult has made
Webbing on my hands I know it all too well
Staring at the glass I know myself too well
Fhtagn is just a four sigil word,
Fhtagn is just a four sigil word.
It has been more than 20 years now since I became a Cthulhu devotee, well, a fan anyway, but there is something that has been missing from my possessions that a cultist should have: Dedicated Cthulhu Jewelry.
To rectify this abhorrent situation, I delved into the deepest, darkes, Nightgaunt- and Hunting Horror-haunted abysses of the Internet in search of something which would serve the purpose and please both me and the Great Old One Cthulhu.
What I found (via a simple Google image search) was the Gudbrand Jewelry shop on Etsy. One thing: Check it out, apart from the Cthulhu Amulet/Pendant I got, it also stocks some great Norse/Viking jewelry, other ethnic and just general jewelry. Really beautiful stuff!
But now for the Cthulhu amulet, this is what it looks like:
The one I got is made of brass, but there is also a sterling silver version available, and I am delighted. This pendant is worthy to be worn at any occasion. It is beautifully detailed,solid, heavy but not too heavy and the chain is slim but sturdy. When I say „heavy but not too heavy“ what I mean is: It has enough weight not to feel flimsy and cheap but is not so heavy as to feel uncomfortable around your neck.
Added bonus: Gudbrand is based in Estonia, so for European customers like me, there is little postage and the overall price tag is really low if you compare it to German, British or French prices. So: Money for value in this beautiful piece is excellent.
All in all, the Cthulhu pendant by Gudbrand gets 10 out of 10 carved idols!
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Yes, what happens, when the Cthulhu Mythos and Steampunk touch Ceres? A short story, that’s what. I just thought I do a little self-plug and give you a snippet of Reaching Out, a Steampunk/Cthulhu short story I penned a while ago and laready featured here previously, but this time I share a snippet with a little bit more cosmic dread and ancient secrets in it. The protagonists have touched down on Ceres and find some almost organic ruins:
Before us appeared a cluster of what first seemed to be the shells of some kind of titanic molluscs. Curved, spiralled and somewhat bent conical shapes, about 10 metres high and about 7 metres diameter at the the base. They, too, were covered with the blue mouldy growth and looked as if they had sprouted from Ceres‘ surface. We counted six domes. Only two had openings we could see and those were created by decay, seismic forces or rock crashing down from the dark sky.
The easiest hole for us to reach and climb through was about four metres from the ground, so I could easily jump up there. Cautiously I tried, so as not to jump too high and propel myself into the overhanging top of the structure. After the third attempt, I got a grip on the edges of the accidental window and pulled myself up. The window opened a view into a room also infested and illuminated by the omnipresent fungal growth.
It was a large, rounded, almost spherical chamber. Along the walls, spaced rather evenly, stood and lay what I thought to be boxes, chests or sarcophagi, some upright, but most lying on the floor. The far wall was also covered with strange protrusions and spikes, the pattern and exact shape I simply cannot describe. I turned away, dizzied, and waved for Kuhn to jump up as well. With one leap, he came up, I grabbed his outstretched arm and pulled him in.
Together, we took a closer look at our discovery. I used my knife to scratch some of the mouldy dust off the surface of one of the boxes, while Kuhn inspected the strange pattern on the wall.
The boxes, I labeled them thus because of their size and shape, were made of some peculiar green-brown material. It reminded me of a cross between jade and wood. The edges, as far as I could scrape them free of dust, were edged with some confusing geometrical shapes which gave the impression of wanting to jump out at the observer.
The patch of the top surface I managed to clear of mould appeared simply polished, my knife was unable to make a scratch into it, but without further edgings. Then, Kuhn’s voice came through the aetherphone in my helmet. He had discovered something about the strange spikes. He shone the light of his torch on a patch he had gotten somewhat clean and moved the torch from left to right. Some bizarre shadows, strange shapes, maybe the former inhabitants of this place, appeared and a fragment of a scene seemed to play out. The scene played backward and forward with the moving light of the torch.
We marvelled at this display of an undoubtably advanced civilisation but then noticed we had to turn back soon, so we started looking around for something we could take with us. Since there was no apparent connection to another room, I guess doors were hidden by the omnipresent glowing vegetation, we tried our luck with one of the upright boxes. After some rocking and pushing we managed to topple it over. Hitting the floor, what must have been some kind of door sprang open on its side and revealed something greyish that seemed to consist entirely of caked dust. We were disappointed with our find, until Kuhn noticed something metallic sticking out of the side of the grey mass. He managed to pull it free, causing quite some dust to spill on the floor. It was about the size of a revolver, matted black and obviously not made for human hands. We could not even tell if it was a weapon, tool, or piece of alien art. Its form made no sense to us at all. Kuhn put it in his satchel and together we jumped down unto the surface of Ceres again and made our way back.
I hope this kindled the interests of some of you, or if you know someone who might enjoy the short story, pass the message on.
There is no public footage of an actual Cthulhu Mythos ritual anywhere on the regular web. As you may have guessed, the Dark Web is an entirely different matter (Muahahaha!).
Dutch ALternative Rock band De Staat have produced a video for their song Witch Doctor which comes pretty close to picturing, what such a ritual might look like.
Actually, especially the end would go nicely with a summoning of Yog Sothoth, Nyarlathotep or Shub-Niggurath. Just take a look and enjoy, it is one great song and a phantastic video: