All those Call of Cthulhu game books had absolutely no influence on me. Nope. None at all. You can tell by the way I'd been inspired by the old CoC investigator silhouette things as a way to indicate scale.
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You know what miffs me about the whole Cthulhu mythos? I mean, I've only read a little from the man himself HP Lovecraft, and haven't really gotten in to any of the other authors who are considered to be a part of the genre, but these stories, they always take place in the 1920s and 1930s, and if the protagonist is ever armed its only with some crappy .38 service revolver or something.
That's why no one could play a Call of Cthulhu game with me, because I'd constantly be looking for a way to go all John-Wu on some ancient unfathomable terror with a pair of colt 1911s. I mean, really, lets see how a creature so ancient that it is beyond good and evil deals with 14 rounds of .45acp in it's bug eyes.
I'm sure issues like this must have been addressed elsewhere in the Cthulhu fandom, I'm just not really in touch with that. But for goodness sake, in the first story Cthulhu ever appears he is defeated, or at least sent back down beneath the sea to keep on snoozing by being rammed by a boat! Like, not even a special ice breaker ship or anything, just some douche's yatch.
That's why no one could play a Call of Cthulhu game with me, because I'd constantly be looking for a way to go all John-Wu on some ancient unfathomable terror with a pair of colt 1911s. I mean, really, lets see how a creature so ancient that it is beyond good and evil deals with 14 rounds of .45acp in it's bug eyes.
I'm sure issues like this must have been addressed elsewhere in the Cthulhu fandom, I'm just not really in touch with that. But for goodness sake, in the first story Cthulhu ever appears he is defeated, or at least sent back down beneath the sea to keep on snoozing by being rammed by a boat! Like, not even a special ice breaker ship or anything, just some douche's yatch.
I just can't help but think if in all those scenes in Harry Potter were wizards duel one another, if they'd just have a pistol in their off hand, or goodness sakes a magic sword of some minor sort that they'd be fighting much more efficiently. In fact Bellatrix LeStrange did just that, and she managed to kill one of Harry Potter's companions handily. Such eldrich things may have power in many strange spheres, but they can't be resistant to simply *everything* can they? There must be some ordinary but powerful thing we clever humans have made that even lovecraftian horrors are not fond of. After all, what survival powers did good nature give us? Horrid body oder and breath, meat that that tastes like that same BO, bites with bacterial payloads potent as any snake's poison (though a little too slow acting to do much good in a pinch), and of course the cleverness to make things that nature, red in tooth and claw just hadn't thought of. These supernatural beings, if they have intellects that are in any way like our own, certainly don't seem to build things for themselves. They don't wear cloths, they sleep in undersea cities constructed by cults of Murlocks! In The Shadow Over Innsmouth an entire cult of Dagon is handily dealt a blow with a single torpedo.
I'd hate to try to find what it is that hurts The Color out of Space but I can't help but think I'd start by challenging it with a prism and try to create an unearthly and eldrich recreation of the cover of an infamous Pink Floyd album!
I'd hate to try to find what it is that hurts The Color out of Space but I can't help but think I'd start by challenging it with a prism and try to create an unearthly and eldrich recreation of the cover of an infamous Pink Floyd album!
Okay glad to be a friend.
I still think a properly equipped hit squad of race horse steroid infused American athletes sporting Faraday cage (look it up) helmets (to protect them from the grey waves of maddness no doubt emitted by a lovecraftian creature) and perhaps each with a fifh of whiskey in 'em for courage could beat up Cthulhu if they met on neutral terrain, something neither is entirely comfortable with, maybe a glacier or something.
I still think a properly equipped hit squad of race horse steroid infused American athletes sporting Faraday cage (look it up) helmets (to protect them from the grey waves of maddness no doubt emitted by a lovecraftian creature) and perhaps each with a fifh of whiskey in 'em for courage could beat up Cthulhu if they met on neutral terrain, something neither is entirely comfortable with, maybe a glacier or something.
The guy with the camera! The investigator silhouettes! The squamousness! <3 <3 <3
Your art is really inspiring... Looking at stuff like yours makes me want to doodle non-furry like I've started to do a bit. Also, draw transforming hyena-girls, but that was a given! =-)
Your art is really inspiring... Looking at stuff like yours makes me want to doodle non-furry like I've started to do a bit. Also, draw transforming hyena-girls, but that was a given! =-)
Random tentacle/weird monster whatever. None of the stuff in Cthulhu 1 or Cthulhu 2, there, are supposed to actually be accurate to anything Lovecraft wrote about, just more in the spirit of things. More Lovecraft monsters to come, though, since he was pretty specific in some of his descriptions.
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