Phone Buddha
Ichi wa zen.
Zen wa itchi.
One is all and All is one.Meditate on the significance of the whole, and.. oh my ! 30% discount on the new iPhone !?
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Terror on the Orient-Express – The bloodied Fez
5 Durward street, Whitechapel, London, 1893.
– Well, what can you make of… that ?
The
doctor Saroch look upon his colleague. The doctor Hobbs was not someone
easily shocked nor prone to sensationalism, and yet, he saw fear in his
eyes. He bent over to the patient and began his examination. Skin
dried, quasi mummified. Slow breathing, alive ? Eyes were moving under
the lids. Atrophied muscles. All evidences pointed to signs of
senescence, but teeth, bone structure and callosities said otherwise.
This was somehow the body of a young man, yet pruned and dried like an
very old person.
He went to the head and tried to remove this dark fez that seems to be the only article of clothing of the poor sod. He gasped.
– Oh my god ! It’s growing under his skin !
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Masks of Nyarlathotep – Dramatis Personae
From left to right :- Allen Stewart, A fiction writer and essayist that had once had an horrifying encounter with an undead sorcerer.
– Awnya Hitchckock, A young lady indoctrinated since her birth in the machinations of the Cult of the Golden Dawn.
– Harold William Cohen-Stein, an independent artist painter, con-artist and art smuggler.
– John Edward Shirley,
brother of William Shirley, an international consultant in intellectual
property. Currently studying music at Columbia university
(And of course; ominously hovering above the lot, The dreaded Crawling Chaos in his avatar of the Black Pharaoh)
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