Author: David Schlosser

The great North American Wood Ape.
Get more info at woodape.org

The Banner Saga is a Viking-themed tactical role-playing video game developed by Stoic, a trio of indie game developers formerly of BioWare, and published by Versus Evil.

The core of the game is a single-player campaign of turn-based combat engagements inspired by games such as Final Fantasy Tactics and Shining Force, with the player controlling and being able to build up a party of characters with complementing abilities.

The Banner Saga centers on the return of the Dredge – a warlike race that despises humans – led by Bellower, a nigh invincible Dredge who leads them on a warpath. As a wandering army sent to fight against the Dredge and find a weakness for Bellower, the caravan make many difficult decisions that would shape the fate of both man and Varl.

This is an illustration I created based on the game.

There’re 8 sub-species of Tigers, so… it does happen.

The Big Thicket is 112,000 acres and has 10 distinct eco systems, it’s the second most biodiverse area on earth. If something weird and hard to find was going to live anywhere… that would be the place. Well… there or in the 22 million acres of forestland in Washington.

It is 11:44 as I type this.

After an entire year, this last post comes in with just minutes to spare.

I drew this at the cemetery behind St. John’s Church on Main Street, just off Church Street.
This is a place HPL would hang out and take friends. Edgar Allen Poe took people there too.

It is creepy as hell.

I’m uploading it from the Fleur-de-lys Studios

Thank u to everyone who has joined me for any part of this journey.

I’m driving to Providence Rhode Island to complete the 365th and final sketch in the CTHULATHON series.

It’s a 12 hour drive, but I won’t be facing this terrifying vista of reality alone, I’ll have the The H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast to keep me company — as well as the belief that with Mercury in retrograde and the Blood-moon eclipse at my back the stars are right again.

Lovecraft/Cthulhu Podcasts I’ll be listening to today:

THE HP LOVECRAFT LITERARY PODCAST

EPISODE 42 – THE CALL OF CTHULHU part I

Episode 42 – The Call of Cthulhu – Part 1

EPISODE 43 – THE CALL OF CTHULHU part II

Episode 43 – The Call of Cthulhu – Part 2

EPISODE 43 – THE CALL OF CTHULHU part III

Episode 44 – The Call of Cthulhu – Part 3

STUFF TO BLOW YOUR MIND
The Science of H.P. Lovecraft
http://www.stufftoblowyourmind.com/podcasts/the-science-of-h-p-lovecraft/

STUFF YOU SHOULD KNOW
Is the Necronomicon real?
http://www.stuffyoushouldknow.com/podcasts/is-the-necronomicon-real/

I’ll send updates along the way.

Thank you.

PS. Mercury and the Moon = probably not stars.

…consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity… forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds…

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality…

and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents.

They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism.

But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden eons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it.

That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things – in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor.I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain.

My knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 1926-27 with the death of my great-uncle, George Gammell Angell, Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages in Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island.

Professor Angell was widely known as an authority on ancient inscriptions, and had frequently been resorted to by the heads of prominent museums; so that his passing at the age of ninety-two may be recalled by many.

Locally, interest was intensified by the obscurity of the cause of death. The professor had been stricken whilst returning from the Newport boat; falling suddenly; as witnesses said, after having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased’s home in Williams Street.

Physicians were unable to find any visible disorder, but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure lesion of the heart, induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a hill by so elderly a man, was responsible for the end.

At the time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum, but latterly I am inclined to wonder – and more than wonder.