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As the mission commander watched intently, a red light flashed on the console. “We’re reading your heart rate just increased 38%, is everything alright?” No response. “Pujols do you copy?” Major Pujols’ muscles tensed. Only fabric and fiberglass separated him from the vast expanse of space, two-hund...

The Nightmare King sits and whispers, of strange and terrible things And as you stare enraptured, your ears begin to ring Fragmented verse and visions of an erstwhile grotesque fate Of gnashing teeth, of bone and blood- of hunger, bile and hate Of flesh yielding completely to protracted, sharpened c...

Awesome, yeah go for it.

Though, retrospective edit, "last remaining days of summer" is preferred, being less repetitive.

The cosmic horror awoke to the incessant chanting of his devoted, maniacal cultists. “Hear us, Great Old one- Old one hear us.” With a horrid screech, he howled the ancient tongue, driving the fools insane and silencing their endless, insipid mantra. It was true that his memory began far before the ...

With the last of the cultists dead, the Harbinger fell to the floor, exhausted. Through dimming vision, he barely made out the disembodied appendages of the Dark Ancient One lapping the spilled blood. “I need to know,” began the Harbinger, “if you truly are the inevitable end, why did you help me st...