History Quotes / HumanoidAbomination

-->--''Literature/TheHellboundHeart''

->''After absoring a huge amount of Amrita, John Dee transformed into this large yokai. Hundreds of eyes cover its body, even the tentacle-like tips of its hair. It is an embodiment of wicked ambition, utterly devoid of humanity''
-->--Character bio on '''John Dee/Hundred Eyes''', ''VideoGame/{{Nioh}}''

->''"After absoring a huge amount of Amrita, John Dee transformed into this large yokai. Hundreds of eyes cover its body, even the tentacle-like tips of its hair. It is an embodiment of wicked ambition, utterly devoid of humanity"''

-->--''Literature/TheHellboundHeart''

->And then, light. It came from ''them:'' from the quartet of cenobites who now, with the wall sealed behind them, occupied the room. A fitful phosphorescence, [[BioluminscenceIsCool like the glow of deep-sea fishes]]: blue, cold, charmless. It struck [[BlackSheep Frank]] that he had never once wondered what they would look like. His imagination, though fertile when it came to trickery and theft, as impoverished in other regards. The skill to picture these eminences was beyond then, so he had not even tried.

-->--''ComicBook/FallOfCthulhu: The Fugue''

-->--''ComicBook/FallOfCthulhu: Fugue''

-->--''[[Creator/JohnConnolly The Hollow King]]''

->Man #1: Chief, you mind explaining to me why a camper is here talking about a little boy climbing into your observation tower?
->Chief: He was dressed like he was an admiral '''and''' a mistake.
->Voice over Radio: AIEEEEE
->Man #1: Chief, you'll have to explain later. My map just started bleeding.
->Chief: W-what?
->Popsicle Pete: '''LOOK WEST. SEE THAT EVEN THE DEAD CAN BEG.'''
->Chief: Did you open a portal between my world and yours? Is that what I'm looking at?
->Popsicle Pete: '''"Your world." WHAT HUMOR YOU CREATURES HAVE.'''

->''"He is a wound in the Force, more presence than flesh, and in his wake life dies… sacrificing itself to his hunger."''

-->-- '''The creation of Cruella De Vil, unused song for Disney's''', ''Disney/OneHundredAndOneDalmatians''

That belched up flame and smoke
I saw their test sorcery begin
Every witch performs some gesture in trying to invoke
Some creature beast or monster from within
Then from this pit emerged great vampire bats
And hissing snakes and vicious snarling rats

All at once the pit erupted
And to my shock surprise
There stood a woman with her arm out spread
She was staring at the witches
And when she caught their eyes
They all cried "CRUELLA" and fell dead
With panic running up and down my spine
I saw Cruella's eyes drift up to mine."''

-->-- '''Visas Marr perfectly sums up Darth Nihilus''', ''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''

-->-- Cracked,[[http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-8-most-baffling-food-mascots-all-time_p3/ The 8 Most Baffling Food Mascots of All Time]]

-->-- [[http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-8-most-baffling-food-mascots-all-time/ The 8 Most Baffling Food Mascots of All Time]]

-->-- '''King Vendrick''', ''VideoGame/DarkSoulsII''

->'' And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology — and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.''

->'' "I have felt your restlessness, Selene. That part of you that was born of Sesqua's shadow is growing dormant; and that other portion, spawned beyond the cosmic chaos, is flexing its vibrant muscle. The star-stuff that forms so much a part of your being longs for home. It calls to you as you have, just this afternoon, summoned it. You ache to sit with your Elder Sibling beside the entropic throne of Ultimate Disorder. The Boundless One scents you, and calls you. The universe sizzles with the waves of his dreaming. Psychic activity has increased with supernatural alacrity, here in this valley and - I feel it in my old bones - throughout this haunted globe." ''

-->-- ''Pearlene Parcell'', ''Series/ThirtyRock''

-->-- '''Creator/WHPugmire''', "Past the Gates of Deepest Slumber" (from ''[[CthulhuMythos The Fungal Stain and Other Dreams]]'')

-->--Image notes on '''Ur-Shulgi, The Shepherd,''' ''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade - Children Of The Night''

-->--Image notes on '''Ur-Shulgi, The Shepard,''' ''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade - Children Of The Night''

->[[TimeAbyss Time has not been kind to]] Ur-Shulgi, nor have the ravages of the beast within it or the numerous enemies it has challenged. It looks nothing so much as a [[UndeadChild scarred, burnt child]], [[PhysicalGod a young god born from fire and violence]]. Its skin, obsidian-black with age, displays a [[CoveredWithScars lattice of scars]], some of which weep blood when the Methuselah becomes agitated. Here and there, bits of bone and sinew protrude from beneath its skin, as if its body has been flayed. Additionally, Ur-Shulgi's eyes have [[EyeScream been either gouged or burned away]], though [[BlindSeer it claims to see without hindrance]]. [...] Its voice [[EvilSoundsRaspy seems to billow up from the depths of a dry desert well]]; surprisingly to some, Ur-Shulgi is perfectly fluent in any modern language in which it is addressed. It normally remains motionless when conversing with its childer or other "Kindred," unless it wishes to make a rhetorical point through a cat-like flash of violence. If it absolutely has to anything other than kill, it does not move so much as [[FlashStep flicker from point to point]].
-->--''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade - Children Of The Night''

-->-- '''Creator/WHPugmire''', "Past the Gates of Deepest Slumber" (from ''[[CthulhuMythos The Fungal Stain and Other Dreams]]'')

-->-- '''Creator/WHPugmire''', "Past the Gates of Deepest Slumber" (from ''The Fungal Stain and Other Dreams'')

->'' Dr. Armitage, associating what he was reading with what he had heard of Dunwich and its brooding presences, and of Wilbur Whateley and his dim, hideous aura that stretched from a dubious birth to a cloud of probable matricide, felt a wave of fright as tangible as a draught of the tomb's cold clamminess. The bent, goatish giant before him seemed like the spawn of another planet or dimension; like something only partly of mankind, and linked to black gulfs of essence and entity that stretch like titan phantasms beyond all spheres of force and matter, space and time.''

-->-- '''Creator/HPLovecraft''', "Nyarlathotep"

->'' And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology — and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.

-->-- '''Creator/HPLovecraft''', ''Literature/TheDunwichHorror''

-->-- '''Creator/ArthurMachen''', ''Literature/TheGreatGodPan''