CTHULHU WAR: GENESIS
A Fiction By Michael Carter (c) 1998
It is eight long years now since my command entered Nomad's Ridge, blazers flaming, trackers portentously beeping, with the intention of seeking out and annihilating a supposed base colony of Otherworlders which had holed up there in a clandestine camp. Their origins were well known by then; no-one disputed the truth as conveyed by that now-legendary pulp writer who saw himself as an antiquarian Anglophile. Fans of weird literature had always revelled in stories by the master; atmospheric, involving tales of interstellar dominating entities, the Old Ones. No one seriously imagined, as they shivered plentifully in the early 20th Century, that they were based on a fantastic yet horrendous reality.
Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Providence's most famous son, described in his yarns the entities of Yog-Sothoth, the key, gate and guardian of the gate; mighty sleeping Cthulhu who no longer lies dreaming in the stygian seas of R'lyeh; blind, blaspheming, bubbling Azathoth; the Black Goat, Shub-Niggurath; and a myriad of others, none of which were from his own imagination. The majority of Lovecraft's human characters were fictitious, however, as were his many settings and scenarios, but that hideous pantheon of black deities was fact, and fact alone.