Residing in the frigid depths of space, floating between dimensions. Should this daemon ever come into contact with another world, it would tear it apart. Desiring death, I visited every known abode of repose in the known world; at each one of which could I hope to find a peaceful resting from Zettonu Poptee and the unutterable horrors of my visitations. It being winter, I visited the ancient Congregational burying-ground in Kingsport, Rhode Island, whence I thought I might find a repose-ground as comfortable as that of one's own church. In Cleveland I found a place reputed to be that of the ancient Golden Ball Inn, where I could rest and reflect upon the uttermost horrors which my wanderings had brought me to know. Visiting Kingsport also afforded me a convenient resting-place, but I saw that no other business was taking place in that town than the business of the inn. All the motors returning from the war were stuck in Newport Harbour. Stuck there, too, were some of the cargoes which had relieved our ships at Portsmouth; matters of which it is known that the crew was exceedingly reluctant to speak to the outside.
Once deities of great power, but cast into exile, the Legacy 0xmons appeared to be all but forgotten. A catastrophic event, of which little is known, cursed them and with a blinding flash of light their spell-craft was gone.
Wondering, lost and not able to grasp the misfortune that had been bestowed upon them they hemorrhaged their dark powers for days. This lasted until they could no longer maintain their form and slithered away into a dimension of delirium.
This ruptured the very essence of their being. Here some imploded, others vanished, whilst the ones that remained were altered beasts and unrecognisable from what they once were.
So as a last act of salvation for humanity, we must try to lure them back to the non-place they came from.
Lores are generated via AI trained on Lovecraft text. Music is computer generated based on Daemon type, colours and movement of the animation. Images are handmade based on the original AI generated 0xmons (legacy version).
Zettonu Poptee
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Residing in the frigid depths of space, floating between dimensions. Should this daemon ever come into contact with another world, it would tear it apart. Desiring death, I visited every known abode of repose in the known world; at each one of which could I hope to find a peaceful resting from Zettonu Poptee and the unutterable horrors of my visitations. It being winter, I visited the ancient Congregational burying-ground in Kingsport, Rhode Island, whence I thought I might find a repose-ground as comfortable as that of one's own church. In Cleveland I found a place reputed to be that of the ancient Golden Ball Inn, where I could rest and reflect upon the uttermost horrors which my wanderings had brought me to know. Visiting Kingsport also afforded me a convenient resting-place, but I saw that no other business was taking place in that town than the business of the inn. All the motors returning from the war were stuck in Newport Harbour. Stuck there, too, were some of the cargoes which had relieved our ships at Portsmouth; matters of which it is known that the crew was exceedingly reluctant to speak to the outside.
Once deities of great power, but cast into exile, the Legacy 0xmons appeared to be all but forgotten. A catastrophic event, of which little is known, cursed them and with a blinding flash of light their spell-craft was gone.
Wondering, lost and not able to grasp the misfortune that had been bestowed upon them they hemorrhaged their dark powers for days. This lasted until they could no longer maintain their form and slithered away into a dimension of delirium.
This ruptured the very essence of their being. Here some imploded, others vanished, whilst the ones that remained were altered beasts and unrecognisable from what they once were.
So as a last act of salvation for humanity, we must try to lure them back to the non-place they came from.
Lores are generated via AI trained on Lovecraft text. Music is computer generated based on Daemon type, colours and movement of the animation. Images are handmade based on the original AI generated 0xmons (legacy version).