Sun Goes Like This
Posted by Ross Rosenberg
The power of Ectomo is both wondrous to behold and terrifying to contemplate, as any ectomite knows all too well. Certainly it is a wonder closet of dazzling proportions but it also has a dark and unholy box perched on its top shelf, high up where little ones can’t get to it. Things lurk in this neat little package, things not fit for the minds of man, let alone his spawn.
One must assume, however, that some will find their way into Ectomo’s stash, perhaps when it was left out on the table; after all, these things do happen and the occasional moment of forgetfulness can be forgiven. Not so in this case, however. No, faithful readers, no in this case we must turn our stern eye of judgment toward one Nathan Myers, a gentleman with a wanton disregard for human life and a destroyer of innocence. Mr. Myers is responsible for the most heinous of crimes he has shown his no doubt wonderful and carefree eight year old daughter Ectomo’s secrets and wrought untold damage.
Once exposed to the tentacled, crawling blasphemy contained therein his once lighthearted progeny at once fell into a deep morass of babbling, incoherent madness; her eyes, no doubt, displaying the same dual irises portrayed in In The Mouth of Madness. Her mind shattered, she shuffled off and immediately took up a waxy writing implement and began to work feverishly, trying desperately to put on paper the horror that now assaulted her mind’s eye in a futile attempt to make sense of it.
The product of this sick experiment was this piece, entitled “Sun Goes Like This”. As you can see, clearly the dank recesses of Ectomo have wormed their way into every aspect of the poor little girl’s world, rendering everything a tentacled nightmare. A parade of transmogrified beasts — Shoggoth, perhaps — travel through an empty wasteland under the scorching gaze of a mindless, Cthulhoid sun, led by what appears to be a banished Innsmouth resident upon a R’lyehan death-horse. Truly a bleak and terrible world and a warning to all: the power of Ectoplasmosis is mighty and not to be wielded by those who would prove irresponsible. Take care, Nathan Myers, your daughter’s lost sanity rests on your head.
Categories: R'lyeh, Humor, Drawings, Tragedy, Rail, Insanity, Artists, Cthulhu, Lovecraft, Madness, Small Children, Going Like This, Art
Posted at 1:24 pm on March 21, 2008
16 Comments -
I whole-heartedly recommend Mister Meyer’s Baby-Sitting Services. Claudia, Dawn, Mary-ann, & the rest are so…Eldritch.
Comment by mordicai — March 21, 2008 @ 2:52 pm
We’re doomed.
Comment by otep — March 21, 2008 @ 3:25 pm
Congratulations for the new design.
Comment by Lluís — March 21, 2008 @ 3:28 pm
Not bad, kid. You’ll go places. Dark, deep places.
Comment by Jakkar — March 21, 2008 @ 3:48 pm
Just for reference, does the sun have tentacles or a moustache? do they all have moustaches? maybe they have both? I suppose both would be best.
As you can see, my mind has already been infected with this madness.
Comment by Mathias — March 21, 2008 @ 4:14 pm
I love how all the characters are going like this. And that the humanoid’s hat is on a tentacle instead of their head.
Comment by Daria — March 21, 2008 @ 4:38 pm
Perhaps it’s just me, but the rider bears a certain resemblance to a British soldier of a bygone era - the red coat, the pith helmet with chin-strap (befouled with an unnamable effluvia)…
Instead of Doctor Brydon shambling in as the sole survivor from Kabul (1842), we now have the pathfinder of the returning… *changed*… soldiers, waving its hat in mindless mimicry of times past as the frontier fort comes into view. The terrible truth of what has happened shall become apparent as the distance lessens, but it is already too late, for the damp and gelatinous tendrils of the mounts do not raise the dust of hooves and boots, and the rest of the Regiment is far too near for escape.
(References: Brydon returning from Kabul: http://www.directart.co.uk/mall/images/dhm062.jpg
The story behind that picture: http://history1800s.about.com/od/colonialwars/a/kabul1842.htm
Uniform reference - with fugly pith: http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~thinred/collection/80thmounted.htm
Enjoy the insanity!)
Comment by Ygolonac — March 21, 2008 @ 5:34 pm
@Mathias: Moustaches made out of tentacles?
Comment by Mike — March 21, 2008 @ 6:28 pm
my friend’s son drew a very fanciful mustache on one of his easter eggs this year, its best to expose them at a young age i think.
Comment by Lieutenant of Barad-dûr — March 21, 2008 @ 8:51 pm
Wow. I know those guys. Ectomorphs every one of them. Hay cuidado, amigos.
Comment by Bunk Strutts — March 21, 2008 @ 9:12 pm
not tentacles or moustaches. it’s “going like this”.
Comment by andrew — March 21, 2008 @ 10:03 pm
This is excellent.
Also, testing my gravatar.
Comment by chesh — March 22, 2008 @ 2:28 am
It should be noted that the hat is not mounted on a tentacle: my daughter explains that the rider is making a jaunty salute. To whom or what, she does not say, and I dare not ask.
Comment by Nathan Myers — March 22, 2008 @ 5:30 am
Our readers have THE BEST kids.
Comment by John Brownlee — March 22, 2008 @ 2:46 pm
I’m aware of going like this.
Comment by Mathias — March 22, 2008 @ 4:38 pm
I far prefer this to the anime insipidity on the post that follows this one. Note how the rider has his sola topee raised on the stock of his rifle. Great stuff, all hail the artist.
Comment by Mogothe Mugger — March 27, 2008 @ 7:35 am