"The dreaded Necronomicon grew hot in my trembling hand as the Eldrich thing rose forth from that abysmal chasm which yawned before me as if it were preparing to swallow the very fabric of reality itself. What had I unleashed upon the unsuspecting, sleeping world that I no longer felt a part of? What unspeakable horror had I summoned from that obscure tome of elder madness?"

-J. Pinkerton, The Summoning