A Brief History of the Shoggoths. First Cycle

13/0815 An attempt/experiment. This is the PDF Blurb, bilingual version of the same story but with extras & tings. Is the also the second version on this format. You’ll need some sort of PDF reader, be it Adobe’s or Sumatra or whatever. It’s a rather large file so be patient. It takes all of 90 seconds to load in full.

ABriefHistoryoftheShoggoths

09/03/11 This is the forth draft of the true story of the Rubbery Darlings, as it was told to me by them, in between episodes of The Keiser Report and bouts of delirium tremens. Take it or leave it. PS.I DO apologize for the appalling poetry but it can’t be helped. I’m no bard, by any means, but the Muse comes to me unbidden and often unwelcome and she cannot be denied. She’s frightfully persistent. A bully, in fact.

Once Upon a Time in the East-End of London.

I met the Shoggoths a few years gone, one stormy evening when my car broke down in the environs of the southern maws of the Blackwall Tunnel. This encounter has been chronicled elsewhere, so I will not bore the gentle reader –let alone the stroppy one, with a duplicate of it here. There’s a time and place for everything, or so I’m told. Suffice to say that ensuing from that encounter I decided to devote my plentiful time and erratic energies to rescuing the protoplasmic dears from their ghastly Lovecraftian heritage and reputation and instating them in their Rightful Place in the Grand Disorder of Things.

This is, then, the true story of the origins, evolution, pains & travails, travels & servitudes, raves & rumpuses and final revolution and liberation of this most wonderful but grossly misunderstood species of genetically engineered  creatures, as told to this humble scribe by the  Shoggoths themselves during long moonless winter nights when there was nothing on the telly  except  re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-runs of  Dad’s Army, The Good Life and, to add  insult to injury, Midsummer Murders.

The scribe would like to thank the rubbery darlings for the company, the entertainment, the endless silly jokes and for the privilege of their confidences. The Shoggies emphatically declare their undying gratitude to the amanuensis for the sanctuary, the fun, the unconditional love and the virtually continuous supply and delivery of free Smarties.

So, without further ado, allow me to take my leave and let Brendan “EagleEye” McNeil, the great blind Hyper-Penguin from Mc Murdo Sound, get on with the tale, which he will recite in a Romance de Ciego (Blind Man’s Ballad) format. He will be assisted in his MC duties by his devoted canine adviser, Celia, the Seer of the South -a great grand-daughter of Spot of the Antarctic himself, and young Spikky, the Spaniard in the Works, and closely monitored by the three Saintly Farting Nuns of Bilbao and a couple of visiting  young Mi-Go on their  first Grand Tour.

Prelude

Draw near ye weary rover,
take a pew, your cares lay over
by the verdant shady lee
of the good Guernica tree.

Come and listen to the story
of the Shoggoths and their glory;
if their sorrows pierce the soul
they shine, too, like pure spun gold

 

In the Beginning there was
enough crap and filth and dross
to keep us, Elder Folks, busy
though’ we weren’t all that prissy.

But the cosmos did contain
entities with no restrain
in their quest and lust for power
who did vex our lives full sour.

Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth,
the moronic Azathoth
and plug ugly Great Cthulhu;
as hooligans go, a lulu.

So one evening after tea
upon them descended we
and dispatched the tar’some spirits
to the Void’s outermost limits.

 

Where they soon got bored to death
and pronounced with foul breath:
“This place is lacking in features!
Let’s fashion some feeble creatures,

so we can push them around
and their hearts with fear ground.”
No sooner said it was done.
Thus the appalling deed began.

So lay back and pay attention
to my tale.
Let the horror and the tension
flow wholesale.

Genesis

Yog-Sothoth cut the Shoggoths
out of sundry cosmic cloths.
Shub-Niggurath aided him
on a most frivolous whim,
and Cthulhu ran their schooling
while the stardust was still cooling.

They did so because they could
not caring if it was good
or bad; that was their style.
I told you they were quite vile.
The Shoggoths were made one day
of great global disarray.

Learning Curve

Built and bred to serve as slaves
and harassed with zapping staves
they are treated like they’re scum
by the lowliest Outer Bum;
for although they’re big and strong
they will swallow every wrong.

Yet one day the pancake flips:
with dissent they get to grips.
Alert to their own great might
and sick of their ghastly plight,
in a move that’s a bit rash
for freedom they make a dash.

First Uprising

They protest and they complain,
and from their tasks they abstain.
They refuse to cooperate
and the Outer Ones berate
using colourful insults;
with not very good results.

The Outer Gods are notorious,
for their viciousness inglorious;
with sadistic barbarism
they quash the Shoggothic schism.
Ah, the anguish and the gall!
Shoggy dreams go to the wall.

Sold Down the River

And so their mutiny fails
and the wind’s knock’d off their sails.
They go back to toil and drudge
always nursing pain and grudge;
precious plans for liberty
languishing in misery

for a wee while, anyway.
Pretty soon they’re sent away
to slog for another race
in Antarctica -nice place
were it not for its main dwellers,
the Old Ones. Unpleasant fellers!

Bonding with Worms

The Old Ones are cultivating
a most pompous undertaking
which leaks down into the story
of a city’s shocking glory,
infiltrating the ennui
of don Antoni Gaudí.

So the Shoggies carve and carry
all day long, and they don’t tarry.
In their stride they take the crunch.
they don’t even stop for lunch.
To each a Worm is assigned
the drill into them to grind.

First Contact


But amidst grumbles and groans
the Shoggoths bond with the Worms.
They will lead them to the birds
that will utter wise, kind words.
From Andromeda they come,
of dissent the songs they hum.

But they are tender of heart
and decide to play a part
in the creatures’ liberation,
help bulldoze such aberration.
They tell the Shoggies: “Endure
and let your powers mature.

Dangerous Liaisons

 

Let the pond become a lake,
the crux of your being awake,
for your time will surely be
when beyond yourselves you see.”
So the Penguins offer hope
and they show them how to cope.

The wee Worms, their socks bless’d be,
teach them relativitý.
Thus the long ages go by
and the Shoggoths never cry
for they find some consolation
in the Underground’s affection.

Dodgy Deals

Until they revolt again,
for it goes against the grain
all this work-work and no fun.
So they make the Old Ones run
for a time. But they are zapped,
in a cruel ambush trapped,

and then borrow’d, inter alia,
by the Yithians of Australia.
Of the Old Ones primal foes,
occasionally as chums they pose
if buttered up by the Olden;
then they act all sweet and golden.

In the Library

Their outlook is academic
but their ruthlessness endemic.
They time-travel all the time
and step on anyone’s dime
if that gives them a free ace
up the species ladder’s race

Thinking the Shoggoths are fruity
they put them on cleaning duty
of their library, so treasured
so thorough, so nicely measured.
Which when the Shoggies discover
they read from cover to cover.

Industrial Relations


All this knowledge brings along
a big industrial ding-dong
when the Shoggoths sue the Yithians
as grimly as demented Pythians.
Worse, the Yithians loose the case.
For disaster they must brace:

to meet the legal cost shortage
their library are forced to mortgage.
(Hock a dozen time machines
‘s not enough by any means.)
The Shoggoths say “This is jolly!
Let the shysters keep the lolly”

Many Unhappy Returns


Pack’d the Shoggoths back to sender!
Without a single defender
of their rights, they’re fully blamed.
But they remain unashamed.
and their rubbery brows glow
with pride that burns bright and slow.

Their pleasure and their delight
will cause the Old Ones some fright,
and because they’re so defiant
and minimally compliant,
under the remedial flag
they are sent to the Gulag.

Via Dolorosa


Where the worst is not the labour
but their guard’s didactic flavour.
Even though the food is crud
all they wish is he’d shut up,
as their darling brains much suffer
from the party line on offer.

Also, the absence of books
tears into their souls like hooks.
Yet not everything is doo-doo:
the Penguins will do their voodoo.
They are planning to intervene
when revolt is next convened.

Barbarians At the Gate!


Eventually they’re recalled
but they realize, appalled,
that they’re wanted for the chore
they most hate: felonious war.
They will be asked to take arms
against the poor old Outer Ones,

a thoroughly harmless race
who have crossed the gulfs of space
to expand their intellect
and of culture their respect.
Tough the Mi-Go come in peace
delusions must be appeased.

Doom Birds


Observing how ruin is courted
heavy hardware is imported:
the Aurora and the Potemkin,
the Platypus and the Fox-kin;
the Dinos, the Hyper-Rats
and the Invisible Big Cats

will gather in the outskirts
of the realm of the brownshirts.
Hearts prickling with dark foreboding
they proceed with the unloading,
whilst up there, on-high, the gloom
shines upon the Birds of Doom.

The Last Straw

Persuaded that might is right
the Old Ones cause their own blight:
the malignant order given,
means they will never be shriven.
The Shoggoths finally explode
and opt for their own sweet code.

“Enough is enough!” they cry
“This is gone too far, och aye!
 We shan’t be your hired gun.
Look into our eyes! and run!”
Issues forth from this eruption
abominable disruption.

Los Desastres de la Guerra


Blood and sweat and tears gush
in a flipping awful rush.
Innocence there lies downtrodden;
the ground with misery sodden.
Drained the hearts of all compassion,
blinded by the loathsome passion,

in the heat of war demented,
reason is severely dented.
And for why? Power psychosis,
lunacy’s apotheosis.
The greed and mental decay
of some silly folks, oy vay!

Last Rites


After the dread and the strife
is time to start a new life.
Behind them’s the Day of Wrath,
the horror and the blood bath.
Funeral pyres ignite  the dawn.
All hatred is now withdrawn.

Only the regret remains
and the memory of old chains.
Let the dead bury their dead,
the Shoggoths will forge ahead
down a road not quite so gory.
But that is another story.

A Farewell to Arms

 

Yithians transported, Old Ones kaput.
Their idiot scams thwarted for good.
New bonds created, pledges agreed.
Shoggy self-rule henceforth decreed.
Friends and allies gather pell-mell,
Cometh the time to say fare thee well.

Ashes to ashes, grief to grief,
lasting sorrow, pleasure brief.
Ashes to ashes, pain to pain,
nip by nip, love crafted a chain.
Looms before all foggy terrain.
Echoes the hope: “We’ll meet again!”

Epilogue

So there you have it, frenzied rover.
You’ve rested, your cares laid over
for a while.

You have sat and smell’d the flowers
and for a couple of hours
ditch’d your bile.

Now you know the groovy story
of the Shoggoths and their glory
and their woes.

And their endeavours and deeds,
their triumphs and their defeats,
have curl’d your toes.

For the world is a hard place,
our life a lousy rat race,
without doubt,

but a good yarn’s simple joy
might give us, poor hoi polloi,
a little clout.

End of The First Cycle


2 Responses to A Brief History of the Shoggoths. First Cycle

  1. […] You can read the full story here – in verse, no less! […]

  2. Birthdays | says:

    […] Shoggy Evolution. The Shoggoths are ten years old this autumn. They burst into my life at the end of a particularly interesting October in 2008, evolved from a Japanese frog that then became my third Cthulhu. But the Great Old Dreamer subsequently acquired a more traditional shape, with tentacles and claws and wings and all things properly Cthulhian. The Shoggies were in them very brief early days cast in the role of minions of the catnapper of R’lyeh, but almost immediately became self-regulating and took a life of their own, which event delighted me no end. Mind you, it helped that I had re-read At the Mountains of Madness again and finally made up my mind that the Shoggoths had had such a bad press, up to that moment, because H.P. Lovecraft was barking up the wrong tree, the silly old xenophobic bugger. To cut a long story short, the Shoggoths were re-cast in the part of heroes. My kind of heroes: freedom fighters, rebel slaves, free radicals; a regular bunch of protoplasmic Maroons one and all. They’ve come a long way since then. They have established their uniquely personal world and taken over mine. They have made art and music, written poetry, developed the Shoggy Brotherhood Tango and invented their own highly unorthodox version of Sumo wrestling. They have morphed into ill-behaved sub-atomic particles, starred in remakes and alternative versions of several movies, including Battleship Potemkin and Spartacus and posed for famous paintings like Velazquez’s Las Meninas and Goya’s Los fusilamientos del 3 de Mayo. Rosie has even written a sequel to Lenin’s What Is to Be Done? They also triggered a stampede of Lovecraftian spoofy pastiches (collectively renamed Myffos), so that not only Shoggies emerged but also Cthulhus, Shub-Nigguraths, Old Ones, Deep Ones, Yithians, a Mother Hydra, a GorgoMormo and a Yog-Sothoth or two. They have been the best compost my mind’s garden has ever known. They continue to grow and multiply, with no signs of exhaustion in sight. Happy birthday, my rubbery darlings. Scribe’s Note. As well as the customary birthday card, I break my own rule of never posting anything longer than the mini rants that often attend my doodles and I’m posting a link to the rejuvenated version of an uplifting, stirring account of how the beloved monsters came into my life, all those ages ago, in another time and another place and when the wench I then was is now not exactly dead but certainly closer to the grave that she’s ever been. Sic transit Gloria Gorgon. The story so far: http://www.gorgs.co.uk/gossip-column/ Plus: The full graphic version. http://www.gorgs.co.uk/a-brief-history-of-shoggoths-first-cycle/ […]

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