I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but give Yog Sothoth back while you still can
Look, seriously, if you bring the statue back now you probably won’t find yourself being slowly eaten alive from the inside by a host of otherworldly vermin, or finding out what it is like to stare full on into the render of time and space. You probably think you’ve just stolen a statue of a beloved child’s toy, but seriously, you are messing around with forces beyond your comprehension.
Great globes of light massing towards the opening…the breaking apart of the nearest globes, and the protoplasmic flesh that flowed blackly outward to join together and form that eldritch, hideous horror from outer space
August Derleth, The Lurker at the Threshold
This is the Tawil at’Umr we’re talking about here. The Lurker at the Threshold. He is at once in all places and all times, the Key and the Gate, the Opener of the Way, literally he is the way upon which lies madness. He is the spheres that contain malign knowledge of space and time which mortal minds cannot grasp without madness and death following. Those that dwelled in the witch house in Arkham learned his lore and paid a terrible price. Existence bubbles and hisses like grease on a griddle when the Prolonged of Life ripples through into our world. Just look upon him and know that the dark that swallows stars has been trifled with. For your sake, and possibly the sake of all the world, bring the statue back.
Update: Apparently the statue devoured its kidnappers and is now back at the farm. And all is, if not right, then at least wrong in a more expected manner with the world.
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I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but give Yog Sothoth back while you still can
Look, seriously, if you bring the statue back now you probably won’t find yourself being slowly eaten alive from the inside by a host of otherworldly vermin, or finding out what it is like to stare full on into the render of time and space. You probably think you’ve just stolen a statue of a beloved child’s toy, but seriously, you are messing around with forces beyond your comprehension.
Great globes of light massing towards the opening…the breaking apart of the nearest globes, and the protoplasmic flesh that flowed blackly outward to join together and form that eldritch, hideous horror from outer space
August Derleth, The Lurker at the Threshold
This is the Tawil at’Umr we’re talking about here. The Lurker at the Threshold. He is at once in all places and all times, the Key and the Gate, the Opener of the Way, literally he is the way upon which lies madness. He is the spheres that contain malign knowledge of space and time which mortal minds cannot grasp without madness and death following. Those that dwelled in the witch house in Arkham learned his lore and paid a terrible price. Existence bubbles and hisses like grease on a griddle when the Prolonged of Life ripples through into our world. Just look upon him and know that the dark that swallows stars has been trifled with. For your sake, and possibly the sake of all the world, bring the statue back.
Update: Apparently the statue devoured its kidnappers and is now back at the farm. And all is, if not right, then at least wrong in a more expected manner with the world.
Once I noticed I was on fire, I decided to relax and enjoy the fall 
John said,
September 30, 2003 at 1:41 pm
I have seen the face of horror and its features are interchangable.
Chad said,
September 30, 2003 at 9:37 pm
“Temporarily Unavailable
The Tripod page you are trying to reach has exceeded its bandwith limit. It will be available again in a few hours.
Thank you!”
It’s too late, Matt. The Great Old Ones have begun their denial of service attacks. The horror, the horror.
Pete said,
October 1, 2003 at 8:56 am
IA! IA! BROWN-SKINNED POTATO WITH A THOUSAND EYES!