Pasty faced Lovecraft fans continue their protest outside of Boom Studio headquarters in retaliation of what they feel to be wholly inaccurate representations of Nyarlathotep by the current Lovecraftian license holding comics publisher. Arriving from basement apartments all over the country early on the morning of Friday the 13th, the many fans young and old and obese and skeletal were still gathered this evening, sporting homemade placards and shouting out slogans in bastardized Latin. The many unaffiliated passersby at the busy intersection were somewhat bewildered, but used to the general round the clock strangeness associated with most comic book publishing locations.
“It was bad enough that the scientific community officially downgraded Pluto from planetary status a few years ago. Pluto is Yog-Sothoth god dammit! Do they not realize that no power on Earth can downgrade an Elder God’s incarnation in this mortal realm’s dimension? What is the world coming to these days? Respect your freaking Elders!” screamed one angry zit-covered young man in a black trench coat.
Said Boom Studio spokesperson Emily McGuiness on the matter, “We do certainly understand that many fans of Howard Phillips are quite possessive of his work, and rest assured its clearly having endeared itself to so many readers over the years so vividly is precisely why we at Boom actively pursued the licensing to begin with. But c’mon, kids, it’s just fiction.”
At this, one Celtic Frost t-shirt wearing teenage girl with protruding forehead and small, almost entirely nonexistent ears, proceeded to go into a conniption fit, prompting the handful of gawking Boom employees to rush back inside.
“We demand quality scribes well-versed in the CTHULHU MYTHOS, like Warren Ellis or Alan Moore! We demand quality artists who can accurately portray the nightmares From Beyond, half-crazed gentlemen like Simon Bisley or Sam Kieth or Travis Charest…,” said one wild-eyed tall and gaunt old woman in a smart three-piece knit wool suit. “…Heavens to Betsy, if they weren’t published by DC’s Vertigo line somewhere within the first five legendary years of that imprint, then we don’t want them! Except Charest of course, because that boy can draw like the dickens! And we want what Marvel did with those old KISS comics way back- we want the members of the creative teams to incorporate their own blood into the inks for solidarity and sacrifice, and pittance! Anything less is just plain unwholesome!”
“Solidarity and Sacrifice and Pittance! Solidarity and Sacrifice and Pittance! The Black Goat Of The Woods With A Thousand Young! Solidarity and Sacrifice and Pittance!” the odd gathering began chanting in unison, rhythmically increasing in shear volume and collective stench until I worried my mind torn asunder by the very maddening experience and cacophony, prompting this reporter to run for cover himself. But where to run, from the Creeping Thing Inside My Own Shadow? My constitution visibly disheveled, stumbling and oh so alone, my heart beating an arcane song and my own Starry Wisdom now frightfully Unbounded…?
