The Call of Cthulhu: Nyarlathotep's Mask

Beyond the Grave with Marilyn

-From the post-mortem diary of Mailyn Cooke

I am dead, yet I cannot rest. There is a clawing, a grasping, and an endless wailing from the mouths of thousands. I may not be able to free them from this beast from beyond the sane realms of the universe, but perhaps their suffering can be soothed; through the gift of quality literature!

I never wrote anything worthwhile in my life. My best-selling novel, Man of My Dreams was nothing more than a cynical cash-grab, without a word of truth contained within. It succeeded beyond my wildest hopes, but my true love has always been science fiction/adventure. Conan the Cimmerian, Tarzan of the Apes, John Carter of Mars, these were my heroes, not the lifeless husks in Fitzgerald, Hemingway and Parker’s stories, who would rather bemoan the loss of the world than conquer it and make it theirs.

I’m not sorry that I met the Crab People. They showed me that the universe was bigger and more wonderful than I ever could have imagined. Is it any wonder that this should shock and horrify us small humans, trapped as we are within our very limited senses and very small planet?

Changes can be terrifying, but friends, we must not let our fear of change destroy us! Even trapped within the bowels of an amorphous hellbeast, I am not conquered! Even as my voice is drowned out by the screams of the trapped souls around me, I remain a unique and marvelous individual! I will not be afraid and I will not be defeated! I will adapt to my new existence as a member of this hive entity because… well, because I must. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.

I think I am going to write a story about my friends. While my soul may not be allowed to leave the digestive tract of this truly singular and fascinating organism, my imagination remains as active as ever, and I know a thing or two about good narrative structure. If I can keep my mind active, I may be able to maintain my essence as an individual and avoid losing myself entirely to the creature (who I have just decided shall be named “Harold”). I will spin a tale of my friends and their quest to stand against the entities that threaten our planet, and hope that the true events mesh with the story. As it should be.

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