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As Mr. Lovecraft has warned us, the world is a dark and evil place. Every year thousands of unsuspecting people are hurled into a bottomless abyss of soul churning madness by catching a mere glimpse of the unspeakable entities that exist outside of the realm of human perception.
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!
Text by the perpetually awesome Josh Finney , art by me!
CLOSE-UPS - take a look at the next three deviations in my gallery to see some details from the poster!
Detail from the H.P. Lovecraft Rules of Survival poster, available for only $10 on my online store: [link]
Books, folklore, higher education, chanting, and in fact all methods of imparting knowledge are potentially able to tear a hole in the very fabric of reality, unleashing ancient, mouldering, effuent horrors the very sight of which will drive men mad! Learn what to avoid to survive your terrible fate with this helpful poster!
This is from back in 2005, when I was doing a ton of work for Fantasy Flight's "Call of Cthulhu" game. I always liked this one - I thought the dripping blood worked really well against the predominantly blue caste overall.
One of the artworks commissioned to me by FFG early this year. This one's an alternate art card included in the Summer 2014 Call of Cthulhu: The Card Game Tournament Kit. Illustrated by yours truly. Copyright 2014 Fantasy Flight Games.
H.P. Lovecraft, horror writer of Call of Cthulhu, Mountains of Madness and many other stories as a re-animated zombie powered by the re-animator reagent in a steampunk syringe . This originally started out as a speed painting portrait I did for Spooks! Welcome to the Great Beyond which now has an ongoing kickstarter for its first expansion and it does have Lovecraftian content. ito-saith-webb.deviantart.com/…www.kickstarter.com/projects/9…
When H.P. Lovecraft was a young boy he was tortured with night terrors and they are what he saw in those nightmares.///////Shocking and uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of nightgaunts. — H. P. Lovecraft,”The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath’
It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train a shapeless congerie of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
H. P. Lovecraft, At The Mountains of Madness