FUNGUS BEAST"I seemed to be looking down from an immense height upon a twilit grotto, knee-deep with filth, where a white-bearded daemon swineherd drove about with his staff a flock of fungous, flabby beasts whose appearance filled me with unutterable loathing."
"No, no, I tell you, I am not that daemon swineherd in the twilit grotto! It was not Edward Norrys’ fat face on that flabby, fungous thing! "
H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats In the Walls
Great illo!
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ReplyDeleteGross. In a good way.
ReplyDeleteMore formless than I expected. I always envisioned degenerate flabby descendants of humans bred as animals by that diseased cult that last for millenia at Exham, a sore in the earth (like that pit where humans had turned into fungus plant-things and even getting near one could cause you to become a fungus thing.[The Statement of Henry Worthy, by Brian Lumley, a mythos tale that obliquely avoids giving mythos names).
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