This is why Lovecraft's writing was so special, it only really works in written form and allows your brain to do the heavy lifting (though unfortunate that his terror of the unknown came from his deep racism. Don't look up the name of his dog cat 😬).
If people are impressed by the reply in the OP, they should try reading The Shadow over Innsmouth, or At the Mountains of Madness.
No offense to OP, but it makes that look like a child wrote it.
H.P. Lovecraft's Cat refers to the cat named N***er-Man owned by the family of the American horror fiction writer H.P. Lovecraft during his childhood. Online, "H.P. Lovecraft's Cat" has appeared in multiple Don't Google posts which invite unsuspecting users to look up the name of the cat, luring them into reading a racial slur.
The Cat
A cat owned by the narrator, originally named "N****r-Man", but changed to "Black Tom" when the story was reprinted in Zest magazine in the 1950s. He could detect the spectral rats.
The best explanation I've heard is imagine an ant. All it really does is gather food, eat food, protect the queen, you know, simple stuff. Then it comes across a circuit board. And suddenly the ant is filled with knowledge of how the circuit board works, what electricity is and how the components all work together. Then it goes back to being just an ant again, but it still kind of remembers that knowledge but can't understand any of it anymore. And now it has to try to go on being just an ant again.
There are literal eldritch horrors we do not comprehend. It is why the sun has all the material features of god, yet we see it as a (very large, implacable, thankfully consistent) object, and we don't think about how we must refrain from looking at the sun directly, only that it burns our eyes.
Bertrand Russell's attempt at reducing all of mathematics to a perfect system of logic (until this was proven by Gödel to be impossible) broke him, much the way professors at Miskatonic would go mad trying to model the universe by pondering quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore.
Myself, I was already pretty mad (diagnosed) when I saw lines being crossed in the US that pointed towards a fascist autocratic future and a purge campaign, and so I took to studying moral philosophy and the Holocaust, specifically the human mechanisms that justified the engagement of and participation in evil. Consequently, I broke my brain even further. Nature, human or otherwise, can be unflinching and ruthless in its efforts to exploit or consume us, which is why we need reciprocal ethics in the first place.
I do not imagine the universe is incomprehensible, only that we are small and still pretty simple, imagining the moon closer and bigger since we see models drawn to disproportionate scale. And so the layperson doesn't understand how difficult it is to launch a probe from one speck so that it drifts for months or years, to fall into an orbit around another speck. It's difficult to imagibe that the stars in a single galaxy, each teeming with satellite objects, are uncountable like the grains of sand on a beach. We know it's a number, but still have to estimate its value with a wide error margin.
It's not forbidden knowlege. The parabolic manifold in which the pillars of R'lyeh stand can be computed, but our hominid brains have to bend a lot, or chain together analogies and metaphors to understand them.
It's like a dog chasing a hyperball, possibly to its peril.
Although he is slightly wider than any story, you can fit him in just by squeezing him a little. Although he is amusing for his great width, he doesn't have a very robust backstory. The character lacks depth.
I love those in particular just because of how absolutely inescapable they are. If the Hounds are hunting you then you're going to be found. Period, done, end of story. You can't exist in a place that has geometry without throwing open a door for them.
I'm sure at least one mad wizard has sealed himself inside a perfect spherical prison with no corners only to find that the Cornerhounds don't much care what corners they come from, and your knees and elbows work just fine if better solutions aren't available.
Oh, that's never how I saw it. I love them specifically because they're something you caused yourself and only to yourself. But you can make yourself a sanctuary with nothing but rounded corners, and life there for the rest of your life.
To avoid the thing you did to yourself, you can never leave the prison you must build for yourself.
This is beyond my comprehension.
Real :3
The primate escaped the confines of the image background, he's simply too wide
Terrifying.
Took me way too long to photoshop too for what it is lol :3
it's not wider than the post. needs to be w i d e r
That's not Wide Ape. It's just a tribute
wider
This is why Lovecraft's writing was so special, it only really works in written form and allows your brain to do the heavy lifting (though unfortunate that his terror of the unknown came from his deep racism. Don't look up the name of his
dogcat 😬).If people are impressed by the reply in the OP, they should try reading The Shadow over Innsmouth, or At the Mountains of Madness.
No offense to OP, but it makes that look like a child wrote it.
Read books, y'all!
Wasn't that his cat?
Oops, I think you're right. Fixed.
From what I read his cats name was “Old Man”. What’s racist about that?
Whoever told you that was trolling you, or sanitizing their conversation.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rats_in_the_Walls :
Oh damn lol
oh no. my first thought was almost right but I didn't expect it to actually be that for real
i think it was mostly just funny, because it still wins the average tentacle monster
The best explanation I've heard is imagine an ant. All it really does is gather food, eat food, protect the queen, you know, simple stuff. Then it comes across a circuit board. And suddenly the ant is filled with knowledge of how the circuit board works, what electricity is and how the components all work together. Then it goes back to being just an ant again, but it still kind of remembers that knowledge but can't understand any of it anymore. And now it has to try to go on being just an ant again.
https://youtu.be/ZLZW8Deq8vE
There are literal eldritch horrors we do not comprehend. It is why the sun has all the material features of god, yet we see it as a (very large, implacable, thankfully consistent) object, and we don't think about how we must refrain from looking at the sun directly, only that it burns our eyes.
Bertrand Russell's attempt at reducing all of mathematics to a perfect system of logic (until this was proven by Gödel to be impossible) broke him, much the way professors at Miskatonic would go mad trying to model the universe by pondering quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore.
Myself, I was already pretty mad (diagnosed) when I saw lines being crossed in the US that pointed towards a fascist autocratic future and a purge campaign, and so I took to studying moral philosophy and the Holocaust, specifically the human mechanisms that justified the engagement of and participation in evil. Consequently, I broke my brain even further. Nature, human or otherwise, can be unflinching and ruthless in its efforts to exploit or consume us, which is why we need reciprocal ethics in the first place.
I do not imagine the universe is incomprehensible, only that we are small and still pretty simple, imagining the moon closer and bigger since we see models drawn to disproportionate scale. And so the layperson doesn't understand how difficult it is to launch a probe from one speck so that it drifts for months or years, to fall into an orbit around another speck. It's difficult to imagibe that the stars in a single galaxy, each teeming with satellite objects, are uncountable like the grains of sand on a beach. We know it's a number, but still have to estimate its value with a wide error margin.
It's not forbidden knowlege. The parabolic manifold in which the pillars of R'lyeh stand can be computed, but our hominid brains have to bend a lot, or chain together analogies and metaphors to understand them.
It's like a dog chasing a hyperball, possibly to its peril.
on the other hand, a lot of HP Lovecraft is a metaphor for "Italians and black people being somewhat near white people"
The fish people are a metaphor for mixed race people, etc
No no, you forget the depths of this man's racism.
He nearly went mad with grief when he found out his father's... Grandfather, I think, was Welsh.
And the rest of it is racism, not even disguised by metaphor.
Have you read UNSONG? I'd guess so, with that name, but if not, you should. I think you'd like it.
Slightly verbose but good read nonetheless
How is that possible? How does the ape fit in a room thinner than itself? This is beyond my comprehension.
It just noclips through the walls on each side. No matter how open the area you are in, it is impossible to go around the ape.
Presumably it is not very agile though, so you could just climb over it?
Uhh yeah of course. Maybe ask before you do that though
It's also very squishy.
This is easy
ROOM
AAAAAAAAPE
ROAAAAAAAPEOM
How does he fit into the campaign, I wonder:-?
Yes, I fully accept my punishment for this.
Although he is slightly wider than any story, you can fit him in just by squeezing him a little. Although he is amusing for his great width, he doesn't have a very robust backstory. The character lacks depth.
Ssooo, one could say he's a bit... forced?
I regret nothing.
I love something like the hounds of tindalos.
Not tentacled monsters, but still strange monsters that have very strict limits, yet never give up.
I love those in particular just because of how absolutely inescapable they are. If the Hounds are hunting you then you're going to be found. Period, done, end of story. You can't exist in a place that has geometry without throwing open a door for them.
I'm sure at least one mad wizard has sealed himself inside a perfect spherical prison with no corners only to find that the Cornerhounds don't much care what corners they come from, and your knees and elbows work just fine if better solutions aren't available.
Oh, that's never how I saw it. I love them specifically because they're something you caused yourself and only to yourself. But you can make yourself a sanctuary with nothing but rounded corners, and life there for the rest of your life.
To avoid the thing you did to yourself, you can never leave the prison you must build for yourself.
No man can hide from the ravages of Time. It (and by extension, they) can reach you no matter where you try to hide away, corners or no.
Wide Ape, the long awaited sequel to House of Leaves
Wide Putin Walking
Impossibly wide dicks out