It would appear that Moondog Dunkel is capable of raising the dead.

Yes. It also removes paint.

Such a multi-use thing it is.Any word from Reverend Speed's grave yet?

No Moondog for him, then...But... what happened to the Last Chapter?

It shall be released when the stars are right......and i get to take over Setas Moondog Dunkel industry....and we manage to track down that damm corpse thats walking around in the world without no idea of wtf it is doing. Look up at the starts.....only then....only then. *Sips Moondog Dunkel**Goes back to grave*

You get out of the hell outta here!! Made me an addict....and where does that lead me to? Crappy grave. You svck Seta. You svck. Awww what the hell we are all screwed....*opens another Moondog Dunkel bottle* Its good to see this thread is still kind of alive tho...lol.So, what was the last thing known about Speed?

Man, i just went through the whole thread. That story is so frigging nuts. Its great, expect the last parts, it was way too rushed, dunno i found the first parts more funny. Is it just me? It could have been a web comic i think, like you said at the beginning. You know, i STILL havent played that damm game. My pc couldnt HANDLE the game cuzz of the video card.

'Stop poking me' in the voice of the orcs from the original warcraft.

hey kids . want the real thing..cult of cthulhu.net

Good one!

MEANWHILE: ...Blast From the Past - Episode Number: 222 Season Num: 9It had been such a strange, such an eldritch year. Hydra killed by a bomb planted in Dagon's office, just before R'lyeh was due for demolition. Why had she trusted Hastur? He didn't love her - he just wanted the unreal estate.Idh-yaa turned into her unholy pillow crafted from the preserved skins of crazed wizards and priests and sobbed. It had all gone wrong - all of it! Humans scheduled for a midnight visit by beings from beyond the abyss now dreamt of a testscreen.[img]http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/1790/testscreen02ap0.png[/img]Frightning as the little girl was, it just couldn't compare to horror of her beloved, run down by a car in the previous seasons. Lost, lost, all was--C'thulhu wandered out of the bathroom.Idh-yaa stared, open orficed."What?", asked the squamous, vibrating mass of the infinate."But... you - you were dead! We saw you run down by a car!""Er... I've just been taking a shower. Were you dreaming?"Could she--? ...But yes! Yes! It had all been a dream! Waves of relief washed over her gills."Oh, I'm so glad! You're alive!""Of course. Is it not written, screamed, scrawled in feces and hooted that which is not dead can eternal lie, and in strang... UUAAARGH!"Idh-yaa watched in horror as a gleaming red claw tore through the front of Cthulhu's chest, sending chunks of chitin and spinal cord flying across the room, coating her in ichor. She gasped in shock (and a little in arousal), then watched, quivering, as the great sea god was torn in two...A figure rose from behind the remains and stepped into the light. His skin was red, his pincers gleamed and his tentacles writhed with malice."Now ZOIDBERG is the blasphemous despot of the deep!"The screen crossfades into...Rev: I can't believe this thread is still going.Seta: Which thread?(Picking at his torn jumper) Rev: This one, this.. one in my... sleeve... (Passes out)The Unnamable: Stay with us, [censored] it, stay awake! (Slaps Rev)Nothing happens.The Unnamable punches Rev in the face. Still nothing.Seta: Ooh! Ooh! Can I have a go?The Unnamable: Well, we shouldn't but... oh, go ahead.Alf: Shh! Punch him quietly. They're still looking for us.Alf peers around the wooden slats nailed to the rotten window frame...EXT: The entrance to The Lair nightclub, where quite a crowd has drawn.Priest: ...and the prize for tonight's best dressed madwoman goes to...The crowd watches in silence as Darba passes the envelope to the Priest. Darba waves at the crowd, pointing at a badge pinned to his chest. The badge reads, "Worship Darba". He's pulled off stage.The Priest makes a big show of opening the envelope. He drops it. Picks it up. Turns it around. And again. In the crowd, the front row (all girls, human or deep ones) lean forward and lean forward and leave their chairs and inch forward. At the front is Uxia, drool running down her razor sharp incisors, her eyes impossibly wide and wild...The envelope is opened, the slip is withdrawn, the Priest turns to the crowd, raises one eyebrow, is shoved by a nearby Deep One and stutters, "M-Mrs. Ghunjee! Mrs. Ghunjee is the winner!"A chorus of dark mutterings and one gleeful screach of triumph. Uxia claws at her own face in frustration. Mrs. Ghunjee, a witherd, almost scaly hag dressed in rotting rags and a ragged coat climbs the stairs to the microphone, dragging a neat, blond-haired boy behind her. Now we see that a mass of crazed hair spouts from the sores covering the left side of her face. She grabs the microphone and screams, "In your FACE, WAITE!"At the back of the crowd, a gigantic hulk, a woman nearly finished her transformation into a deep one gives a gutteral rumble, a click, then an inarticulate roar. She grabs her little girl, and lumbers off to the centre of town.Ghunjee seems at loss for words. Her little boy turns to his mother.Boy: Ohhhh, burrrrnGhunjee: Shut yours face. Where's your scales's?Boy: They dropped off.Ghunjee: And I thoughts I told you to rub muds into your hairs?Boy: It doesn't stay, Mum.Ghunjee: Hmmph.She stomps off, pulling her son behind her and off the stage. She passes Darba ("Worship Darba...!") and the Priest takes the stage.Priest: Well, that was... Anyway. The hunt begins!Crowd: RRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRGH!!Priest: And remember, the best cuts not sacrified goes to our Queen of the Hunt, Mrs. Ghunjee!Mrs. Ghunjee primps hair, tears some out, bats eyelids.The Girl (still nameless - c'mon, girls! Are there any on these forums? Give 'er a name! =) shambles along with the crowd. She wears a 'Worship Darba' badge and confers with him as they wander down a street.Darba: Darba concerned with his public image. Latest polls show that Darba still have unacceptable level of public recognition... Darba not understand it. He have covered all major news sites, have spots on all local stations...Girl: Well, as your new PR manager, I suggest that you look into the more traditional media.Darba: Such as?Girl: Newspapers, flyers, even books. Never underestimate the importance of leave behinds in raising public awareness.Darba: Darba hear you. But High Priest ban printing of public journals - in fact, we burned down local offices many, many years ago. ...Alright, Darba will talk to High Priest.Girl: Good. So you're not going to kill me?Darba: Not yet.An establishing shot of a moldering, abandoned pub somewhere in Innsmouth.Inside, we find our ragtag band of heroes protagonists layabouts. Alf, Seta and The Unnamable prepare to leave the refuge, trusting Rev's recovery to his old college friend, John, who turned up just in time.Alf: As you are already aware, after I managed to shoot out most of the speakers in the centre of town, we managed to fall back to this little shack. Unfortunately, Rev took a couple of pellets to the arm and now he's wimping out.Seta: [censored].Rev: My pasta's cold... oh, god, while I was typing my pasta went cold. So cold...The Unnamable: Yes. And as you also know, we're effectively stranded here. In Innsmouth. In the future. Without one copy of Dark Corners.Seta: ...do you think we made a mistake there?The Unnamable: Mistake where?Seta: With... the whole time travel thing. Perhaps we shoulda just stayed and wait...The others glare at Seta.Seta: No, you're right, fine.Alf: The only remaining copy of Dark Corners 1 is secreted in the Temple of Dagon. The only plan of action available to us now is to retrieve our car.The Unamable: Yes!Alf: And turn it into an Apache attack helicopter.Seta: Of course!Alf: Then arm yourselves and lets go...Silence in the pub. Finally, the roiling, gushing matter of Nyarlethotep speaks.Nyarlethotep: MUUUUUUUUAHAHAHAH! Oh, stop bleeding on my shoes.---Gosh. Hello everyone. You're still here, eh? I've passed by VERY OCCASIONALLY over the past while, but I'm spending a lot of time trying to get a kinda occult thriller / game up and running. So, given my terrible time management, that's why I haven't been around as much as I shoulda been (or at all).Alf: DUDE!Seta: DUDE!sonofamortician: Erm, DUDE, Sir!The Unnamable: DUDE!Great to see you all. =) I'll try to hang out a little more, maybe finish This @#$!!ing Thing (!). Actually, I'm gonna post in one of the game threads, offer my own resources re: Lovecraft games. Ergh.As far as the story goes... ggnngh. I'm trying to set up the worst pun in the history of ever, at the moment. I'd actually activate it now, but I gotta run. So... will our layabouts retrieve their car? Will they be able to turn it into a helicopter? Or SOMETHING MUCH WORSE?!What is behind the mystery of Moondog Dunkel?Is there actually something going on with Darba, or is Rev rambling pointlessly?Why is The Girl helping the Cultists?How can our layabouts avoid the Cultist's hunting party? More to the point, how can they escape the revelations of the PRIMA GUIDE TO CALL OF CTHULHU: DARK CORNERS OF THE EARTH?And: How are we going to explain the plethora of Eldersigns dotted around Innsmouth??Eh?Really good to see you guys are still kicking. I'll be in touch. --RoB

It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!!!PS. Great to see you man!

Tomorrow, this thread will turn ONE YEAR OLD!Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! I bought it a birthday present and a cake and everything! The party starts tomorrow at 3pm! *throws a clump of mud at Al's grave*

tempus fugit!

I hereby name this thread "The ancient horror that should not be".No threads naturally reach 1 year... and a spammy one? `tis madness! *is dragged away screaming by men in white coats*

Happy 1 year anniversary ooh ancient horror from the depths of the web.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR THREEEEEEEEAD~*sings at top of lungs, horribly off-key**window panes shatter all over Innsmouth*

Happy birthday, let's keep it up.

Alrighty then. *hifives Eldritch Moe*

Awww, it died again

You fool Seta! It was always dead. :cthulhu:

A zombie thread!*sprays himself with "Zom-B-Gone"*

BWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*empties Eldritch Moe's head like a nutella jar**nyurm nyurm**fills it up with Moondog Dunkel*

I feel a bit light headed. Maybe you should drive.http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/8896/batcountrybn3.jpg

I tried to say something about this, but I have no words to describe such magnificence.