Navarro
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I just want to say here: I regret that I have but one like to give that post.
The abomination causing trouble also gets flat out destroyed in The Dunwich Horror.
I just want to say here: I regret that I have but one like to give that post.
The abomination causing trouble also gets flat out destroyed in The Dunwich Horror.
The abomination causing trouble also gets flat out destroyed in The Dunwich Horror.
And in the Shunned House as well, where a nameless Lovecraft protagonist actually wins.
And in Innsmouth the USN tears Y'ha-nthlei a new one with depth charges, and in Whisperer in Darkness a bunch of mi-go get killed by a guy with a shotgun.
It is almost as if humanity can score some victories, and everything being hopeless is just an exaggerated meme.
People forget that the Alien Races in Lovecraft were PHYSICAL BEINGS like us
The Shoggoths are NOT Eldritch Abominations or even from another dimension. They are products of SCIENCE.
The Elder Races FOUGHT Cthulhu and his Starspawn, they didn't just fall to madness and despair, they FOUGHT
The only hopeless thing is thinking that you and you're civilization are much in the grand scheme of the multiverse and eternity
Pretty much, things are only hopeless in the grand scheme, outside of the human frame. Such hopeless in the grand scheme doesn't mean there can't be hope for humanity in our time under the sun. And anyways, one must remember even Cthulhu is an insignificant ant in the grand scheme as well, only appearing to be something important due to our own perspective or lack therefore of.
Knowledge isn't the antithesis of stupidity, it's wisdom.Robert E Howard who shares the very same setting however shows that the REAL stupidity is "civilized men" with real big brains and too much hyper-analysis or pseudo-intellectualism care too much about their own significance even when deep down they know even without eldritch horrors they do not matter much at all
Knowledge isn't the antithesis of stupidity, it's wisdom.
Conan is a fine example considering his progression from impatient teenager happy to turn an entire city against him by murdering court officials at his own trial, to consultant of Aquilonia on the frontier and eventual king. His antagonists are more often than not his intellectual superiors, but that knowledge accounts for nothing when they throw it all away by the whim of hubris; they are intelligent, but stupid nonetheless. Conan rises above them through cunning, smart enough to unravel their schemes even if he does not fully comprehend them, and he maintains his position later in life by complementing it with wisdom. That is brilliance; intelligence applied with prudence.
Men like that shape history. They are the torchbearers.
Honestly, when I think about it, best way for Eldritch Abominations to truly have a chance at breaking guys like Conan would be through sheer torture and overwhelming his dopamines
Or taking advantage of them having doubts regarding their faith or being obsessed with revenge or something or just killing off everyone they cared for and offering em power or something
Hurin was brought before Morgoth, for Morgoth knew by his arts and his spies that Hurin had the friendship of the King of Gondolin; and he sought to daunt him with his eyes. But Hurin could not yet be daunted, and he defied Morgoth. Therefore Morgoth had him chained and set in slow torment; but after a while he came to him,and offered him his choice to go free whither he would, or to receive power and rank as the greatest of Morgoth's captains, if he would but reveal where Turgon had his stronghold, and aught else that he knew of the King's counsels. But Hurin the Steadfast mocked him saying: "Blind you are Morgoth Bauglir, and blind shall ever be, seeing only the dark. You know not what rules the hearts of Men, and if you knew you could not give it. But a fool is he who accepts what Morgoth offers. You will take first the price and then withhold the promise; and I should get only death, if I told you what you ask."
Then Morgoth laughed, and he said: "Death you may yet crave from me as a boon."
That's sounding like "Try lots of different things until one of them works."
I think this is time for a Tolkien quote:
Say, what would Conan have to say to “civilized” fools like this one?
I mean to begin with, guy can just off himself before that and there’s no guarantee those eldritch horrors will NOT make it quick
And then the world would be populated by people who didn't "just off" themselves. If the horrors won't make it quick, why should people make it easy for them?
And again... steamboat go BRRRRR!
Anyways, what kind of wingnut kills himself and his family after one conversation with a stranger peddling a bizarre worldview?
Extremely little, I imagine.Say, what would Conan have to say to “civilized” fools like this one?
I think the thing that I dislike about eldritch horror is the apathy of higher beings, and how utterly pointless things are.
God-like beings are real in H.P. Lovecraft's universe, and they don't care one iota of a bit if you are lucky. The higher beings that do care, humans would be better off without, such as Nyacarla-whatever and the King in Yellow. There are some benelovent beings, but these are rarely written about.
As for the pointlesness, even Cthulhu itself, the flag-character of the franchise, is ultimativly doomed to failure and irrelevancy.
It's stuff like that makes me appreciate Sundered for example.
Then again, the third thing about the Cthulhu myth is how the later writers turn up the volume on the hopelesness. Lovecraft himself wrote about how a battleship managed to push Cthulhu back into sleep, Bast protects cats and those who treat them well, and I do like how videogames of the myth tend to give the player a shot at putting off the end for a little longer.
Benevolent lovecraftian horrors would be interesting to see more of.
And in Innsmouth the USN tears Y'ha-nthlei a new one with depth charges, and in Whisperer in Darkness a bunch of mi-go get killed by a guy with a shotgun.
Also, remember when Randolph Carter metaphorically flipped off Nyarla-frigging-hotep and not only lived to tell the tale, but all Nyarly could do later was brood and sulk over it?