SEAN IS DEAD!

Oh God! New Lordsking is not a ghost town. Its not been abandoned!. They jumped us as soon as we exited from the gorge. They came out of the water, flipping us over. They are not like us. Their eyes are bulbous and noses wide and flat. Their hands and feet were awkwardly large, but fitting with their more hunch over postures. 

In the blindness of the fog and the rain, a bright pink glow could be see from the black church. I could see the silhouettes of more misshapen forms coming from the tops of the strange housing that surrounds the church. The true entrances were on the roof tops the entire time. Me and Sean...

Fuck it! Tony's real name was Sean.

I was forced to watch as Phillip skin his face off while he was still alive! I had to watch and hear his screams. He screamed after they had finished removing his face, coughing and choking on the blood. And Yes, It is Phillip Crawford! In the gurgling voices, I could hear everyone call this amphibious monstrosity of a man Master Phillip Crawford. They wear all gowned in strange robes, adorned in gold and jewels shaped in things I can not describe in the short amount of time I have.

The entire time, they keep chanting and sing something that sounds like they all needed to cough up phlegm while faking a sneeze. AND THEY WILL NOT SHUT UP! I been listening to it for the last three hours! They chanted while the skinned my friend and threw his face into the ocean! They chanted it while they hung his dead body over the river. They chanted it while they dragged me to the church, with the strange symbol of a steeple glowing that pink color.

I am in some shed next to the church. I can hear them in the black church singing.

'Funuglooee mugulwunahfuh qthooloo ryeleh wuhgahahgul fuhtagun'?

It sounds like a a barrel of frogs croaking in unison!

I saw a giant wave seemed to approach the harbor after they had hung Sean's body and sacrificed the skin of his face to the water. Before I was dragged away, I saw hundreds, no, thousands of bodies in this wave. I saw as the river filled up and over flow into the streets with the approaching tide. I could see an army of fish like heads, with wide bulbous eyes just under the surface of the water in the pink lighting. This army of sea beings were heading for the valley I had just escaped. Towards the fires and the damned fallen tower. Towards the avalanche where the demon and tentacled giant lied underneath.

DAMMIT! My head is pounding. Am trapped in a shed next to a frog cult's church and having to listen to their maddening wet garbling. I want to cry for the loss of my old friend and associate, but instead I keep thinking of things I never seen before. I keep seeing images of an alien city coming out of the water in the ocean. A city with buildings similar to that of the wooden buildings now surrounding my prison. I see... THINGS. Creatures of maddening size. Of one that I cannot believe could actually be real. I feel a maddening terror building up within me just from the thoughts of it. I refuse to believe it is real, but I fear it is to whom these people are chanting for.

I see images of another being even more foul. One clearly not of this earth. Or even universe. And yet it can move through openings as it pleases. Except those protected by a symbol. An Elder Sign these thoughts are telling me. A sign like that on top of the tower.

The tower me and Sean destroyed.

Why is this all happening! My God, Did I release something upon us? Oh Christ! I have brought upon the end of us all!

I can clearly hear helicopters coming from the valley. Gunfire even. But it still does nothing to STOP THE FUCKING CHANTING!!!

Why is there a Hell when God loves us all? Why is there no known reason for sleeping. Why Do we Dream, when you can dream while awake like I am right now!

Fuck It ALL! 

Let me go out There! Let me SEE it!!!

If I started an Armageddon that's beyond the writings of Revelations, I want to bear witness to it!!!

Let me see what it is that none of use were supposed to even know! Let me see my end outside of the small box!

AND AWAY FROM THESE DAMN CHANTING FROGMEN!!!

I swear that they purposely let me have this laptop just so I can type this. To give me something to focus my thoughts and to direct my attentions to what is going on. To what I have done. 

I can taste blood in my mouth from screaming for the last hour now. I screamed twice while typing, my throat sore and torn. The images of horror and pleasure fill my head still. I can not even hardly remember what it was I even came here for anymore. All I can think of now is of this great city under the oceans, of Elder signs of protection and of beings of great size and uncaring. This earth is just an anthill full of ants and mites within the universe. Why do we even bother to think of us as intelligent when we do not even matter in the end.

Why must I be the one to be tortured with these thoughts, these dreams without sleeping, while interbreed fishes sing next door! Why can I not just accept things and let my death come early and swift now! Let my mind go and no longer care! I can hear them, leaving the church and exiting onto the streets, but still chanting their song. I can hear them spreading out and near. They are Approaching. Well, Let them come!

Let me See this oh great under water city of R'lyeh!

Let me See Dagan!

Let me See Cthluhu!

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!
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