Wednesday, January 9, 2013

HYPNO REVISITED #3: TEENAGE LUVKRAFT #1: "BEACH BLANKET BEYOND"


from 
TEENAGE LUVKRAFT #1: "BEACH BLANKET BEYOND"
written by JASON SQUAMATA
(SCROLL DOWN FOR SCRIPT)
illustrated by SIR RICHARD WENTWORTH















TEENAGE LUVKRAFT #1...script by Jason Squamata

“BEACH BLANKET BEYOND” 

PAGE ONE (four panels) 
PANEL ONE:  
A big panel, taking up the top third of the page.  Zadak Bourbaki (a bugged-out, crusty old sea- 
dog) is in the foreground, on the left side of the frame, staring down the reader like a cross 
between Timothy Carey, Syd Barrett, and the Crypt Keeper.  The sprawl of the Innsmouth seaside 
would be behind and to the right of him.  Maybe he's smoking a pipe or a cigarette nub or 
clutching a fish with ill intent.  Sunny day.  The ferris wheel.  The beach.  The extent of 
Innsmouth.  The raging ocean and the crooked cliffs. 

ZADAK:  
I SEE YOU, STRANGER.

ZADAK:  
LOOMIN' SO LARGE, OUTSIDE THE ZONES I KNOW. 

ZADAK:  
...I'LL TELL YOU A TALE IF YOU TARRY AWHILE... 

ZADAK:  
I'LL TELL YOU A TALE OF INNSMOUTH. 

ZADAK:  
FAIR INNSMOUTH, A SEASIDE TOWN WHERE THE FISH WERE ABUNDANT AND THE 
WATER WAS WARM.  AMNIOTIC.EVEN.  ALWAYS SOME FUN TO BE HAD IN 
INNSMOUTH... 

ZADAK: 
 ...IF YOU LIKE THAT SORT O' THING. 

PANEL TWO: 
The vivacious glory of kids playing volleyball.  Beach-kids of the early sixties variety. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
THIS IS WHERE THE KIDLINGS FROLIC ALL SUMMER LONG. 
 SURFIN'...SMOOCHIN'...AND BURSTIN' INTO SONG. 

PANEL THREE;  
Crazy kids dancing to jungle jive. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
 THEY'RE LOVIN' AND LAUGHIN' AND CARRYIN' ON, LIKE EVERY DAY IS 
TOMORRAH, LIKE YOUTH NEVER SPOILS. 

PANEL FOUR: 
The majesty of Randy Carter (blonde beach-god) and the dukes of surf, riding the waves.

ZADAK CAPTION: 
SO IT WAS, AS IF IT HAD EVER BEEN SO. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
BUT THERE ALWAYS BE CHORTLIN' DEPTHS BENEATH THESE SUNSPLASHED 
SURFACES. THE DARK JUST NEEDS TO BE CALLED UP, SOMETIMES. 

ZADAK  CAPTION: 
A STRANGER CAME DOWN TO INNSMOUTH FROM ARKHAM ONE SUMMER...

PAGE TWO (five panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
Sprawling shot of Howie and Augie on the edge of the beach, facing us.  The grass-patched dunes 
are spiked with black fencing and crawling with black crabs. 
In the background, Aunt Agatha's vintage luxury sedan is idling.  Behind the wheel is Arthur 
Jermyn, the albino chauffeur, pink-eyed and vaguely simian. 
Howie is wearing an Edwardian torso-length bathing suit and a wide-brimmed hat.  Under his 
spindly arms, he's carrying many books.  Perhaps some geometry tools (a protractor, a compass, 
etc.). 
Augie Derleth, Howie's only friend, is carrying more books and a parasol to keep the sun from 
Howie's sensitive skin.  Augie's a scrawny kid, a bit shorter than Howie, wearing swimmng trunks 
and galoshes and his Arkham High school blazer. 
Perhaps Zadak is visible in the distance, looking on, narrating to no one in particular, with a word 
balloon full of mumbles. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
...AND THINGS HAVE BEEN GETTING STRANGER EVER SINCE. 

TITLES: 
Howie P. Luvkraft in BEACH BLANKET BEYOND! 

AUGIE: 
CHECKERS, HOWIE!  THERE'S A LOT OF KIDS ON THIS BEACH, THERE SURELY ARE. 

AUGIE: 
WILL WE BE DESPISED LIKE WE WERE IN ARKHAM, HOWIE?

PANEL TWO: 
Closer on Howie and Augie.  Howie is pontificating, staring at the sea and the kids off-panel. 
 Augie leans towards Howie, giving him more shade and snivelling with great supplication. 

HOWIE:  
ON THE CONTRARY, MY DEAR AUGIE. 

HOWIE: 
THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT IN INNSMOUTH. 

HOWIE:  
NO ONE HERE KNOWS ABOUT MY EXHIBIT AT THE ARKHAM HIGH SCIENCE FAIR. 

PANEL THREE: 
Howie's head is boldly outlined and hovering in the upper left hand corner of the frame.  The 
image itself is a strange radio-like device run amuck and a science fair full of children and 
teachers vibrating into zones of absolute insanity. 

HOWIE:  
NO ONE HERE KNOWS THE UNHOLY SOUND THE SPEKTROLA MADE AS I 
SWITCHED IT ON.  NONE OF THESE CLEAN TEENS KNOWS THAT ELECTROSTATIC 
CHAFING THE AIR HAD, LIKE OUR VERY ATOMS WERE BEING SHAVED ALL AT 
ONCE WITH DULL, RUSTY RAZORS. 

PANEL FOUR: 
Close up on Howie's steely gaze, looking straight ahead.  In panel four, the right side of his face,  
staring and rambling. 

HOWIE:  
I'M DETERMINED TO "FIT IN" HERE, AUGIE.  I AM DETERMINED TO BE "POPULAR". 

HOWIE:  
WE ARE YOUNG MEN OF GREAT INTELLECTUAL ACUITY AND EXCELLENT 
BREEDING. 

HOWIE: 
IN INNSMOUTH, WE WILL BE TREATED WITH DIGNITY. 

PANEL FIVE:  
The left side of Howie’s face is splashed with a careening globule of pus. 

F/X: 
 SPLORCH!

PAGE THREE (six panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
Wide shot with a flustered Howie, pus still dribbling from his cheek, clearly agitated.  Augie 
holding him back.  They're in the foreground on the right.  Howie is glaring at the source of the 
pus, bronzed beach god randy carter, lying on his stomach on a checkerboard beach blanket. 
 Asanette, his beach beauty girlfriend, is wearing rubber gloves and holding tweezers or 
instruments that indicate that she's been popping the zits on Randy's back.  She's wearing a bikini. 
She's giggling.

ASANETTE: 
giggle! 

RANDY: 
SORRY ABOUT THE PUS, LITTLE WEIRDO.  MY GIRL'S JUST KEEPIN' ME SMOOTH. 

RANDY:  
TELL YA WHAT.  WIPE IT OFF WITH A HANKY AND I'LL AUTOGRAPH IT FOR YA. 

AUGIE: 
PLEASE CALM DOWN, HOWIE.  WE'RE TRYING TO FIT IN, REMEMBER? 

PANEL TWO: 
One of three, with Howie on the right, staring down and then up at Randy, shaking his fist, 
pointing maybe, apoplectic with wounded dignity.  Randy is half lying down, propped on an 
elbow, gazing with obvious amusement at the strange little grey fellow.  Ocean visible in the 
background.  Wheeling sea-birds.

HOWIE:  
AND JUST WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE, WITH YOUR MUSCLES AND 
YOUR PUS AND YOUR FEMALE?

PANEL THREE: 
Randy slowly rising.  Howie's righteous fury faltering a bit.  The expanse of Randy's Appolonian 
physique is becoming more apparent. 

RANDY: 
I'M RANDY CARTER, THE MOST COSMICALLY ATTUNED SURFER EVER TO RIDE 
THE RAVENOUS WHIRLPOOLS OF INNSMOUTH.  THE COOL KIDS CALL ME THE BIG 
SHUGGOTH. 

PANEL FOUR: 
randy is big like gods are big.  howie is stymied, looking up at what could be his big bland doom. 
 if augie is visible, he's trembling.  but he's probably trembling off-panel, keeping a safe distance. 

RANDY:  
YOU CAN CALL ME RANDY. 

RANDY: 
AND JUST WHO THE KAHUNA ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE? 

HOWIE (in a slightly smaller than usual font):  
I...I'M HOWARD P. LUVKRAFT.  I...I'VE PUBLISHED SEVERAL ARTICLES IN THE 
ARKHAM JUNIOR JOURNAL OF NEUROTIC ASTRONOMY.  I...

PANEL FIVE: 
Howie's-eye view of majestic Randy, sun blazing just behind his head, his sandy kingdom in the 
background.  A distant surfer (in a distant font) calls out to Randy. 

SURFER: 
SHUGGOTH!  DUDE!  THE SEA IS OUR MOTHER, DUDE! 

RANDY:  
JUST A SECK, DUDE! 

RANDY: 
LOOK.  I VETO YOUR FREAK-OUT, TIKI-FACE.  THERE'S A BIG SURFING CEREMONY 
ON SATURDAY NIGHT AND I GOTTA STAY TONED. 

PANEL SIX: 
On the right, Howie in the foreground, his books dropped, clenching his fists, fuming.  Augie 
remains terrified, this time of what's to come.  In the background, Randy and Asanette are 
majestically running towards the surf, to join their fellow demigods.  Randy yells at Howie over 
his shoulder. 

RANDY:  
CHECK MY HOROSCOPE, ASTRONOMO!  ON SATURDAY NIGHT THE RANDY- 
CENTRIC UNIVERSE THEORY BECOMES A SCIENTIFIC FACT OF LIFE! 

HOWIE:  
SURFING...FEH!

HOWIE:  
AUGIE...ALL THESE BOOKS ARE USELESS!  WE'RE GOING TO THE LIBRARY! 
AUGIE:  
OH, DEAR.

PAGE FOUR (six panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
A dynamic diagonal angle on the library, electric with anxiety and impending terror, conveying 
the notion that  Howie Luvkraft going to the library is no good for anybody.  Zadak Bourbaki is 
visible, standing in the shrubberies outside the library. talking to the reader.  

A sign reads "INNSMOUTH PUBLICK LIBRARY" 

ZADAK:  
AND SO TO THE LIBRARY THEY WENT... 

PANEL TWO: 
Inside the library.  Howie in the foreground, poring over stacks of dusty old books, his spidery 
fingers pressed against his throbbing cranium.  Augie is in the background, lugging stacks of 
massive books over to Howie's table.  In this frame or in some other frame on the page, there 
might be a window through which Zadak is visible outside the library, mumbling in the 
shrubberies. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
...IN SEARCH OF TOMES THAT MIGHT PROVIDE INSTRUCTION IN THE ARTS AND 
SCIENCES OF BEACH-TEEN CULTURE. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
HOWIE WAS DETERMINED TO BEAT THIS 'BIG SHUGGOTH' AT HIS OWN GAMES.

PANEL THREE: 
A collage of various book titles and covers, with intermittent zoom-ins on "Heckronomicon" 
bibliographical entries in different fonts. 

The books: 
-69 WAYS TO LOVE A LOBSTER (a cookbook) 
-BEACH BLANKET BUTOH: DANCES OF THE DAMNED: 
               do "the trilobite", do "the flatland", do "the shubby-shubby-niggurath" 
-WALLY GILMAN'S COMPENDIUM 
              OF POSSIBLE AND IMPOSSIBLE VOLLEYBALL TRAJECTORIES 
-THE BLIND IDIOT'S GUIDE TO SURFING RAVENOUS WHIRLPOOLS 
-SONGS THE OYSTERS TAUGHT ME 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
AFTER HOURS OF REFERENCIN' AND CROSS-REFERENCIN', HE FOUND THAT THE 
SAME STRANGE BOOK WAS REFERRED TO IN EVERY INDEX. 

PANEL FOUR: 
Howie and Augie with their backs to us, advancing through a succession of thresholds, which 
connect different rooms of the library, leading to the rare books room.  mythic towering 
thresholds that loom over these two strange children. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
THE HECKRONOMICON OF THE MAD BEACHNIK ABDUL AL-ATLAS. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
AVAILABLE IN THE RARE BOOKS ROOM...

PANEL FIVE: 
The boys still have their backs to us.   They’re standing at the librarian's desk.  The librarian is 
older than dirt, shrivelled and pruned but possessed of a reptilian vitality.  He's answering their 
questions with a hungry look.  
On the wall behind him, there might be a goofy office wildlife motivational poster, like an 
octopus clutching at the branches of a tree, red ants teeming all over its tentacles, the moonlight 
screaming. "Hang in There!" it says. 

LIBRARIAN:  
THE HECKRONOMICON?  FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK FOR THAT ACCURSED BOOK 
OF POPPYCOCK, MY LITTLE GIBBONS. 

LIBRARIAN:  
IT WAS CHECKED OUT YESTERDAY. 

HOWIE: 
TO WHOM WAS IT CHECKED OUT, SIR? 

PANEL FIVE: 
A creepy close-up of the Librarian.  The deep grooves of his ageing speak of strange hungers and 
secret evils.

LIBRARIAN:  
NOW, I WOULDN'T BE MUCH OF A LIBRARIAN IF I JUST OFF AND TOLD YA THAT, 
WOULD I?  TRUTH IS, I CAN'T RECALL...

LIBRARIAN: 
...MAYBE IF YOU HELPED ME SEARCH THROUGH THE FILES OUT BACK... 

PANEL SIX: 
Howie, on the left, looking up at the librarian like a sickly puppy-dog, gesturing towards augie 
like he's auctioning off a slave.  Augie on the right, looking very anxious, eyes sideways on 
Howie.

HOWIE: 
I'M AFRAID IM NO GOOD AT SEARCHING, SIR.  I'M HALF BLIND FROM A CASE OF 
CONGENITAL SYPHILIS.  DADDY WAS A TRAVELLING SALESMAN, YOU SEE. 

HOWIE:  
AUGIE, ON THE OTHER HAND, IS PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW AND EAGER TO 
HAVE NEW AND UNUSUAL EXPERIENCES. 

LIBRARIAN (OFF-PANEL): 
DEAL! 

AUGIE (small font): 
GULP!

PAGE FIVE (seven panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
A wide shot of the looming cliffs of Innsmouth. 
On the far right, in the foreground, Zadak Bourbaki is peeking out from behind some shrubberies. 
Behind him, crooked steps lead up to a strange high house in the mist. 
On the far left, Arthur Jermyn (Howie’s chauffeur) is eating a banana, leaning against Aunt 
Agatha's sedan.

ZADAK: 
AFTER AUGIE HAD DONE HIS DUTY, OR HAD HIS DUTY DONE TO HIM, THESE BAD 
LADS WERE DIRECTED TO THE HOME OF KADATHERINE MARSH, SHE WHO WAS 
THEN THE LAWFUL POSSESSOR OF THE ACCURSED HECKRONOMICON... 

F/X (from house): 
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 

PANEL TWO: 
A fisheye view through the peephole of the house of Howie and Augie at the front door, having 
just knocked.  Howie is composing himself, staring straight ahead.  Augie stares at howie with a 
look of exasperated agony.  The car and Jermyn might be visible down the steps, in the 
background. 

AUGIE:  
HOWIE, THIS PLACE GIVES ME THE CREEPS AND I'M SORE ALL OVER.  WHY IS THIS 
BOOK SO IMPORTANT?

HOWIE:  
SILENCE, AUGIE.  SOMEONE'S COMING.

F/X (into next panel): 
creeeeeeeak. 

PANEL THREE: 
KADATHERINE MARSH answering the door, a ravishing young woman with a certain oceanic 
quality to her glamour and hair that moves as if she's underwater.  There's something funny and 
primordial about her eyes.  Augie and Howie are on either side, staring at her with their backs to 
us, or we're looking over their shoulders. 

KADATHERINE (in a fishy font and/or bubble): 
 YOU MUST BE HOWARD AND AUGUSTUS. 

HOWIE: 
...yes.  YES, WE ARE.  ARE YOU KADATHERINE MARSH?

PANEL FOUR: 
 a view from above of kadatherine's sitting room.  an antique quality to everything.  lush.  old 
money.  not many modern conveniences.  many objects culled from seafaring missions to exotic 
places undertaken by her family.  she's standing on an oriental rug that seems to employ cthuloid 
motifs.  augie is seated towards the left, sniffing his tea suspiciously.  howie is seated towards the 
right, gazing upon her with fascination, holding his tecup with pinky extended, like a gentleman.

KADATHERINE: 
YES, I CHECKED OUT THAT STRANGE BOOK...I WAS HOPING IT WOULD REMIND ME 
OF...BETTER TIMES. 

KADATHERINE: 
BUT THE BOOK TOLD ME INSTEAD OF TIMES TO COME.  IT TOLD ME YOU WERE 
COMING, A GAWKY GREY STRANGER AND HIS SYCOPHANT.  THE BOOK SAID YOU 
WOULD BRING BACK THE DARK. 

KADATHERINE: 
YOU MUSTN'T THINK ILL OF INNSMOUTH, HOWARD.  IT WASN'T ALWAYS LIKE 
THIS.  BEFORE THE BLIGHT OF "SUMMER FUN", THE STARS WOULD SHRIEK AND 
THE SHADOWS WOULD FEED AND THE SEA WOULD BLEED ALL YEAR ROUND. 

PANEL FIVE: 
A close-up of Howie, looking wistful and dreamy. 

HOWIE: 
THAT SOUNDS...LOVELY.

PANEL SIX: 
A close-up of Kadatherine, impressed like he passed a test, liking him. 

KADATHERINE: 
Hm.  IT MUST BE TRUE, THEN.  I WILL LEND YOU THIS HECKRONOMICON.

PANEL SEVEN: 
The tome itself, crackling with eldritch energies, passed from her delicate hands to his clammy 
hands. 

KADATHERINE:  
READ IT CAREFULLY, HOWARD PHILLIPS LUVKRAFT. 

KADATHERINE:  
I WILL FETCH IT WHEN IT'S FINISHED.

PAGE SIX (six panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
A shot through the gnarled branches outside Howie's bedroom window.  Through the window, we 
can see Howie hunched over the Heckronomicon, wrapt in obsessive study of the accursed text.  
the scene is splashed with moonlight.  In the upper left hand corner, a caption again featuring the 
disembodied head of Zadak Bourbaki. 

ZADAK:  SO BACK TO HIS AUNTIE AGATHA'S HOUSE WENT THE LITTLE HERETIC, 
TO PORE OVER THE THROBBING TOME OF BEACH MAGICK. 

ZADAK:  
INTO THE WEE HOURS DID HE HUNCH AND SQUINT AND MURMUR AND 
MEMORIZE THESE RAVINGS OF THE SANDY AND THE DAMNED. 

PANEL TWO: 
A medium shot facing Howie, seated at the antiquey desk in the guest room, studying the 
Heckronomicon.  There's a little pot of tea on the desk and a dainty teacup. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
BY MIDNIGHT HE HAD READ AND RE-READ ALL THE "HOT PARTS". 

PANEL THREE: 
Closer on Howie, the circles more pronounced under his eyes.  His eyes are somewhat bloodhsot 
and rolling every so slightly backwards into his skull. Maybe a little drool at the corner of his 
mouth.  Still reading the book, which might be ever so slightly steaming. 
Or maybe he's holding the teacup a little ways away from his lips and his hand is shaking, the cup 
vibrating and splashing tea. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
BY THE CRACK OF DAWN THEY WERE READING HIM. 

HOWIE (the font is backwards and green): 
...mechkvechmistflickoldhungerbubbleupmaidenmashed 
moonglowedbadbloodplaygocubesuspiriousweenieuff 
wrathftathrulethebeachinbodymindoclamboyshcmeck... 

PANEL FOUR: 
A wide shot.  Howie, in the foreground, on the left, with his back to us, is staggering towards the 
beach like a zombie, his suit slightly dishevelled like he's been up all night in it, clutching the 
Heckronomicon, which steams ominously.  Beyond him, past a grassy little dune, an expanse of 
beach stretches before us.  In the distance, the tiny figures of Randy and Asanette. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
DAWN BLED INTO NOON AND NOON INTA AFTERNOON, AND YOUNG LUVKRAFT, 
STILL SWOONING, DID STAGGER BEACHWARD, WHERE THE SURFING CEREMONY 
WAS JUST ON THE BRINK OF ITS BEGINNIN'. 

RANDY: 
THERE'S SOMETHING ON THE HORIZON, BABY-DOLL...

PANEL FIVE: 
 Closer on Randy and Asanette, the god and goddess of all things beachy.  Randy is staring with a 
fierce innocence into the middle distance.  He's in the foreground.  Asanette is slightly behind 
him, maybe leaning on his shoulder or waxing him for the party, but reacting to Howie lurching 
towards them from dry land. 

RANDY: 
...IT'S NOT JUST THE CEREMONY.  THERE'S SOMETHING HUGE ABOUT TO HAPPEN.  
MAYBE IT'S JUST MY OWN GREATNESS. 

RANDY: 
I DON'T KNOW. 

RANDY: 
BUT I CAN FEEL IT IN MY MUSCLES. 

ASANETTE: 
ME, TOO, BABY.  HEY...ISN'T THAT THE WEIRD KID FROM YESTERDAY? 

PANEL SIX: 
 Randy and asanette in the foreground, on the left, gazing at Howie in his suit, pale and moist 
amongst the bathing beauties, giving them the creeps, still clutching the heckronomicon.  He's 
keeping his distance.  He seems to be in the midst of some kind of seizure.  

HOWIE:  
schmifkizmiknimmlewikSHOGGOTH!bazvigmiktrualang- 
mikI COME TO CLAIM THIS BEACH AS MY OWN!zzzikmichftagn 

HOWIE: 
haackubakmaa-oolI KNOW THE MELLOW ARTS OF THE BEACH-NIK!joorhaathmahgI 
WILL BRING BACK THE DARK!kzzzzkktI CHALLENGE YOU!ftagngtagn 

ASANETTE: 
HILARIOUS. 

RANDY: 
TOTALLY.  UMM...WHATEVER, DUDE.

PAGE SEVEN (five panels): 
PANEL ONE:  
A widescreen shot of the beach.  In the foreground on the far left: Augie and Howie.  Augie is 
dressed in clothes much more in keeping with the local fashions than when last we saw him.  He 
looks uncomfortable, maybe a little afraid.  He's talking to Howie, who's staring into space (at us, 
through us), deep in a trance, removing his little suit,  revealing the Edwardian one-piece bathing 
suit from pages two and three.  Either he’s awkwardly holding the book under his arm as he 
disrobes, or Augie is holding it for him.  In the background, the sun sinking somewhat lower in 
the sky.a bunch of beach kids, leaping into jubilation at Randy's command.  Randy and Asanette 
are on the far right, in the middle distance, in all their majesty, ceremonial host and hostess of all 
possible beach parties. 

AUGIE: 
 HOWIE!  I THOUGHT YOU WERE STUDYING!...I MEAN...I WAS HOPING YOU'D MAKE 
IT.  ...IS YOUR BOOK VIBRATING, HOWIE? 

HOWIE: 
schigmitznibburaglopeOWNTHISPARTYajajaakularo 

AUGIE: 
WHATEVER YOU SAY, HOWIE.  UM...WHAT DID YOU SAY? 

ASANETTE: 
HEY, FELLAS!  LET'S TEACH THIS LITTLE WEIRDO THE MEANING OF "BEACH 
PARTY"!

RANDY:  
TRY TO KEEP UP, CLAMMY. 

PANEL TWO:  
Howie in deep trance, mumbling, eyes rolling back into his head, in his bathing suit, holding the 
grimoire open with one hand as if to read from it and delivering a perfect volleyball serve with the 
other.  His teammates are ecstatic and dumbfounded in the background.  Maybe Augie agape, 
either at his friend's sudden athleticism or at the possibility of impending popularity. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
AND KEEP UP HE DID, ME PROBING INTERLOPER. WITH A HEAD FULL OF FILTHY 
INCANTATIONS AND A MOUTH FULL OF BURBLIN' GIBBERISH, YOUNG LUVKRAFT 
PLAYED AND WON VOLLEYED BALL AFTER BALL WITH AN EERIE PRECISION NOT 
SEEN ON THIS BEACH SINCE THE FROLICS OF THE MAD BEACHNIK HIMSELF. 

PANEL THREE:  
Howie dancing around a bonfire, a bit like Jim in the Doors movie, when things are getting sick at 
the concerts with shamanic bad mojo, in that the kids are all dancing like Howie is dancing, swept 
up in his frenzy.  In one hand, he holds the book open and still seems to be reading from it.  With 
his other hand he's roasting a weenie. 

ZADAK CAPTION: 
 BUT A BROODING BOY DOES NOT BEWITCH THE BEACH BY BALLS ALONE.  
THERE'S THE SMALL MATTER OF A A WEENIE AND THE ROASTIN' OF IT.  IT JUST SO 
HAPPENS THAT, WITH THE GUIDANCE OF THE HECKRONOMICON, HOWIE ROASTS 
THE FINEST, MOST SUCCULENT WEENIE YA EVER DID SHRED WITH YER INCISORS.

PANEL FOUR:  
A wider shot of the party gone mad, all the kids dancing spasmodically, Howie dancing like a 
maniac, still holding the book open.  Dancing with Asanette, in fact, who looks like she's never 
had such fun.  Randy is clenching his fist in the foreground on the far right. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
WHILE HIS MIND MELTED INTO ELECTRIC MUSH, THE BOOK TAUGHT HIS BODY 
ALL THE LATEST DANCES.  NOT EVEN ASANETTE, QUEEN OF SUNSHINE, COULD 
RESIST THE GYRATING TERROR OF YOUNG LUVKRAFT DOIN' THE SHUBBY- 
SHUBBY NIGGURATH. 

ZADAK CAPTION:  
PERHAPS IT COULD ONLY HAVE HAPPENED THROUGH DIABOLISM, BUT HOWIE 
WAS WITHOUT A DOUBT THE HIT OF THE PARTY.   THE BIG SHOGGOTH COULD 
ONLY LOOK ON AS YESTERDAY'S SPLENDOR SLIPPED THROUGH HIS FINGERS LIKE 
SAND, ALL SILVERY BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON... 

RANDY:  HEY! 

PANEL FIVE: 
Another wide shot, close on Randy facing us at the center of the frame, watching Howie in 
motion, furious.  Over his right shoulder (on our left), there's Crawfish Tillinghast, one of his 
cronies.  On the right, there's Zadak. Crawfish is offering Zadak a fresh bottle of Draino.  He 
clutches for the bottle with shaking hands, like a junkie, but his eternally searching gaze is still 
bugging out on contact with the gaze of the reader.

RANDY: 
DUDE, TELL DIRTY OLD UNCLE EXPOSITION OVER THERE HE CAN HAVE THAT 
WHOLE BOTTLE IF HE PUTS A CORK IN IT.  

ZADAK:  
A SAILOR ON THE SEAS OF FATE DOES GET THIRSTY FOR A CLEANSE, I'LL ADMIT...
  
RANDY:  
SHUT...UP.  THIS IS MY STORY.  EASTER ISLAND PYGMIES AND SCHIZOS ARE 
LEECHING ALL MY FACE TIME...AND I...HAVE HAD...

PAGE EIGHT (six panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
The howling bonfire and its antic revelry are broken by Randy Carter, kicking the logs, stomping 
through the flames. 

RANDY:  
ENOUGH! 

PANEL TWO: 
Randy flexing every muscle of reason, imploring his beach-boys and beach-bunnies to come to 
their senses, maybe gesturing towards Luvkraft, who's still in a spastic trance, receiving 
downloads from the book he's clutching. 

RANDY:  
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS!  THIS MISSHAPEN LITTLE DUDE IS THE DEATH OF 
THE PARTY! 

RANDY: 
ANYONE WITH A LIBRARY CARD CAN ROAST A WEENIE! 

PANEL THREE: 
Close on Randy, veins throbbing, almost losing his tan in a paroxysm of righteous fury. 

RANDY:  
I HOPE YOUR STUPID MAGIC BOOK KNOWS HOW TO SURF, LUVKRAFT!

PANEL FOUR: 
As if on cue, apelike albino Arthur Jermyn is handing a surfboard (festooned with arcane 
diagrams and creepy sigils) to Howie, who receives it like a puppet would.  Surfboard under one 
arm.  heckronomicon under the other. 

JERMYN:  
OOK!  MASTER HOWEIRD! ME CARVETH SURFBOARD ACCORDING TO 
SPECIFICATIONS IN CRAZY BOOK!  GRUNT.  OOK.  OOK. 

HOWIE: 
 THANKAMANKAMOJOMUNGPAPPYBLACKBANANAGOMOBORNTOSURFFTAGNFT 
AGN.

PANEL FIVE: 
Randy staring moodily, broodingly out at the sea, clutching his board, ready to go in the most 
important surfing ceremony of his career.  Asanette is on his left, swooning over him in his big 
moment, on the brink of heroism or terrible disaster. 

RANDY:  
SORRY I FREAKED OUT BACK THERE, ASANETTE.  I JUST WANNA DO WHAT'S BEST 
FOR THE BEACH. 

ASANETTE:  
NO DAMAGE, BABY.  YOU THE BIG SHUGGOTH.  JUST WIN.  WHATEVER HAPPENS, 
OUR SPECIAL MUSICAL GUEST STARS "THE KINGS IN YELLOW" WILL SING YOUR 
GLORY.

PANEL SIX:  
A large panel.  At the center, an iconic shot of Howie and Randy standing side by side, boards in 
hand, with their backs to us, almost in silhouette, facing the venereal sunset and the turbulent 
mysteries of an unforgiving ocean.  The shot is framed by the Kings in Yellow in the foreground, 
a rock steady surf combo, playing their instruments, wearing sharp suits, all of a kind, yellow 
veils and slim shades. 

CAPTION: 
"...AND THE BEACH WILL NEVER FORGET YOU." 
BASS GUITARIST: 
BIG SHUGGOTH RANDY CARTER, 
BORN TO LIVE AND LOVE AND BREED. 
PLACE YOUR BETS, HE'S GETTING WET 
BUT DOES HE LOVE THE SEA? 
... 
LOVE IT MORE THAN ASANETTE 
ENOUGH TO FALL AND BLEED? 
FOR THE SEA IS ALWAYS HUNGRY, SON. 
SO MANY FISH TO FEED. 

LEAD GUITARIST: 
THE CONTENDER HOWIE LUVKRAFT 
SUDDEN HIT OF THIS SOIREE 
SOME PARTY BOY SOMNAMBULIST 
WHO MOVED HERE YESTERDAY.

HIS MIND ALIVE WITH ARCANE JIVE 
COMPLEXION: CLAMMY GREY. 
IF HE SURFS AS WELL AS HE RAISES HELL... 
HELL IS HERE TO STAY.

PAGE NINE (four panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
A big sprawling endless summer shot of Randy and Howie leading a pack of surfers into an ocean 
that seems strangely turulent, made of curlicues and crooked lines, the young men leaping into 
mad churning waves immediately.  Some might be wiping out already. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
HATHEG-KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 
KTULU-FTAAAAAAAAAAAAAGN! 
BIG SHOGGOTH SURFS 
UNDER A SQUAMOUS SUN! 
KTULU-FTAAAAAAAAAAAAGN! 
HATHEG-KLAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 

PANEL TWO: 
closer on Randy getting his footing and assuming his usual position of authority and grace on the 
surfboard.  He's smirking maliciously at Howie neraby as he awkwardly balances, book held open 
in one hand, still in trance. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
LET R'LYEH RIIIIIIIIIIIIISE 
LIKE A SOFT BLACK STAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! 

PANEL THREE: 
 A dynamic action shot of Randy in an action pose, crouched on the board, riding the wave's 
interior.  His grin is unflappable.

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
THE HERO OF THE BEACH 
WILL MOUNT HIS BOARD AND SET THE PACE. 
BUT THE PURITY OF HIS INTENT 
IS BENT BY SAVING FACE. 

PANEL FOUR:  
A big widescreen epic shot that's all ocean, like they've already been dragged beyond the reach of 
the beach, as if the whole world was made of tempest-tossed water (with no actual tempest yet in 
sight).  Randy is the focus of the shot, though distant, surfing fiercely and proudly, like a jungle 
cat would surf, if such a thing were possible.  ALL of the other surfers (except Howie) have been 
slammed into chaos in one fell swoop.  In the background and the foreground, screaming surfer 
boys and abandoned boards. It seems certain that randy reins supreme and Howie and his book 
have drowned violently off-panel, and YET...

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
ONE MUST MEET THE DEEP, MY SWEET, 
WITH NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE. 
ONE MUST MELT AND FLOW 
LIKE PRIMEVAL OOZE!

PAGE TEN (four panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
Big frame.  Triumphant shot of Howie in perfect form on the weirdly carved surfboard, 
Heckronomicon open in his right hand, keeping his balance in the other.  Gaze trained on an 
impossible future.  Very silver surfer.  The waves curl with obvious power, velocity, and menace.  
Randy might be visible in the background or somewhere in the waves, losing his footing, agape 
and aghast at Luvkraft's finesse. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
A MOMENT'S INDECISION 
MEANS AN AEON IN THE DEEP. 
HOWIE SURFS FOR ALL HE'S WORTH 
BUT SEEMS TO BE ASLEEP. 

HOWIE: 
skaakmuskschmiffkraagnbabbleyodrlyahrlyehrlyeh 

PANEL TWO: 
Randy caught unawares by a vicious current and knocked off his board.  Howie may be visible, 
surfing gracefully and with great purpose.. 
KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
A WAVE OF STEEL DETHRONES THE GOD 
AND CASTS HIM DOWN BELOW. 
HOWIE SURFS ON WITH HIS RIVAL GONE...

PANEL THREE: 
shot of asanette back on the beach, spectating the carnage.  seeing randy go down, horrified, 
jumping up and down and screaming.  the kings in yellow might by visible n the background, 
playing the ballad as if possessed.  if the beach is visible, we'll see broken, twisted surfer boys and 
the fragments of their boards washing up in the bloody surf. 

ASANETTE: 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! 

PANEL FOUR: 
Randy's desperate drowning head and flailing arms, about to go under for the last time, in shock 
(like he's never wiped out before), gasping and sinking.  Or maybe just his hand breaking the 
waves, clutching for some lifeline that will never come. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
WHERE DO DEAD GODS GO?

PAGE ELEVEN (four panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
A wide shot of surfing Howie in the distance, his silhouette at dead center, surfing towards, the 
sea losig its turbulence somewhat all around him.  The sunset casts his edges into higher relief.  
Still holding the book aloft, still reading from it in his trace. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
THE ARABESQUES A SURFBOARD MAKES 
WHEN SLICING TIME AND SPACE 
WERE MAPPED BY MAD OLD BEACHNIKS 
ERE THE FIRST WORD GRACED THIS PLACE 

PANEL TWO: 
Same wide shot, but Howie surfing closer an closer to us, the waves even less turbulent, the book 
held lower as if he's losing his grip on it.  We might see his details more clearly, maybe his head 
cocked to the side like he's exeriencing a slo-mo seizure.  More stars are visible than in panel one.

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
IN HIS TRANCE, LUVKRAFT LETS SLIP 
THE BOOK THAT HELPED HIM WIN 
WHEN THE SOUL SLIPS AWAY ON A SUMMER DAY 
SOMETHING ELSE SLIPS IN 

PANEL THREE: 
wide shot, Howie even closer now.  the waves have smoothed themselves.  ripples on the surface 
and some signs of mild boiling.  the sun has sunk even lower, revealing more and more stars in 
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the sky, the brighter stars reflected on the water.  Howie lets slip the book.  his arms have fallen to 
his side, but his balance is perfect and the board is still skimming the surface, despite the lack of 
current. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
STILL MUMBLING INCANTATIONS 
LIKE AN ORACLE OF OLD 
HIS HEAD HALOED BY MANTIC FLAME 
ALTHOUGH HIS BLOOD RUNS COLD. 

PANEL FOUR: 
Underwater, at an angle.  The Heckronomicon is plummeting into the depths in a cloud of 
bubbles, maybe the ripples of its point of impact still visible.  From the lower right of the panel, 
elegant tattooed tentacles are languorously extending to coil around and enclose the tome.  
Something ethereal and lovely about these tentacles, so we won't be surprised when they end up 
attached to the lovely Kadatherine. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
THE OCEAN'S IN SLOW MOTION 
AND THE WRINKLED WAVES ARE SMOOTH. 
SOMETHING OLD AS DEATH TAKES A LIQUID BREATH 
AND BEGINS TO MOVE...

PAGE TWELVE (four panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
A shot of surfing Howie from above.  The night sky has emerged as a riot of stars, which are 
reflected faintly on the surface of the still, slightly rippling ocean.  The wake of the surfboard 
makes bizarre designs on the surface.  Atavistic sigils and the disquieting abstractions of an alien 
geometry. 

KINGS IN YELLOW BUBBLE: 
ITS SHAPES DEFY ARITHMETIC. 
IT'S PARTLY MADE OF SOUND. 

PANEL TWO: 
Just beneath the surface of the sea, underneath the trajectory of Howie's surfboard and travelling 
at a matching velocity, we see Kadatherine, like a pagan bathtub mary on her halfshell back, 
smiling beatifically, having caught the book.  Holding it lovingly.  She said she'd collect it when it 
was “finished”.  When it's done its business.  A suggestion of tentacles, perhaps, but not yet the 
big reveal. 

KINGS IN YELLOW BUBBLE: 
IS R'LYEH INSIDE OUR WORLD 
OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND? 

PANEL THREE: 
The panel borders might be curvier, here,  indicating that we're immersed in an alien element. 
 Cthulhu-eye view from the bowels of R'lyeh, a magnificently warped transeuclidean city that's 
been slumbering at the bottom of the ocean for at least a billion years.  
The spires and antennae and towers and obelisks were clearly designed and constructed by alien 
architects.  The intricacy of byzantine churches, but embodying a much more savage mythology 
that has no room for mammals or time or space as we know it.  If interiors are visible through 
crooked windows and wormhole orchards, we’ll see that they were not designed for human 
habitation or earthly patterns of movement.  And yet this city exists and it's rising, summoned 
forth by the luminous glyphs still faintly visible of the surface of the sea above.  Distantly, as if 
hovering, we'd see Kadatherine swimming with her back to us and Howie surfing above her.  
Beyond them, wavering stars.  I know that's a lot of layers.  But you get the gist. 

KINGS IN YELLOW BUBBLE (dialogue in the kings in yellow font, but the caption boxes are 
bubbles rising or falling between the panels, suggesting that we are now underwater, like the 
lyrics are coming in through an underwater filter.): 
INSIDE EQUALS OUTSIDE WHEN THE CURTAIN'S COMING DOWN 
FROM A ZONE SO VAGUE COMES A COSMIC PLAGUE... 

PANEL FOUR: 
A wide shot of troubled kids on the beach, watching the transfigured ocean with great trepidation 
(bleeding slowly into terror).  Augie in the center foreground, staring straight through us with a 
furrowed brow, wincing as reality shreds in an all-too- familiar fashion.  Behind him, wounded 
surfers, driven half insane by what they saw beneath the waves and the way the ocean's liquid 
tendrils seemed to molest them.  Consoling beach boney girlfriends transfixed, like Augie, at the 
stranger and stranger spectacle of the sea.  Asanette hysterical at the loss of randy, held back by 
her hand maidens.  She want to dive in and find the body, but this is not the ocean she knows.  
maybe vultures circling in the starry blue sky, their genetic memories stirred by echoes of the 
carrion tapestries that once encircled this planet and fed their scaly ancestors.  Famine-stricken 
generations awakening at last, in the here and now, to their longed-for feast of everlasting death.

KINGS IN YELLOW BUBBLE: 
UP TO INNSMOUTH TOOOWN! 

AUGIE: 
oh, Howie.  What did you do NOW?

PAGE THIRTEEN (four panels): 
Maybe Kings in Yellow captions bridging the panels, so the caption for panel one would overlap 
with the top of panel two, etc. 

PANEL ONE: 
A careening, vertiginous widescreen shot of Howie at last losing his balance, eyeballs gone white 
and especially zombie-like, slipping from the surfboard, about to splash and break the surface and 
disappear into darkness. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
HOWIE, WAY OUT OF HIS DEPTH 
AND HALF OUT OF HIS MIND 
FALLS INTO THE ENDLESS WRECK 
WHERE SHADOWS SEEM TO SHINE 

PANEL TWO: 
A wide shot of the perfectly still ocean, the horizon line barely demarcating the stars above from 
the stars below.  On the surface, an indication of the splash Howie has made, as if it's very far 
away from us. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
CITY IS THE CLOSEST WORD WE HAVE 
THAT MIGHT DEFINE 
THE NOVELTY AND COMPLEXITY 
OF KADATHERINE'S KIND.

PANEL THREE: 
The same shot of the ocean, disturbed by a great bubbling and steaming.  R'lyeh, the dreaming 
city, is boiling the ocean it's been sleeping in.  It's about to break the surface. 
Maybe a distant boat is visible, to give some indication of the size of these bubbles and the size of 
the city to come. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
THE SUNKEN CITY'S RISEN, 
ITS REBIRTH, ALMOST COMPLETE. 
ITS OBELISKS AND MONOLITHS 
AND CROOKED CRYSTAL STREETS... 

PANEL FOUR: 
In the background, the uppermost turrets and orbs and elongated pyramids of R'lyeh burst forth 
from the steaming deep.  The little steamer flipped like a rowboat, sailors cast hither and yon.  it 
should feel like an unexpected pop-up nightmare unfolding into 3d as you turn the page of an 
archie comic.  Like these lines have a different stylistic pedigree from the other forms in the 
comic.  In the foreground, the beach.  Kids running, screaming towards us.  Augie and Asanette.  
The wounded and the widows and Zadak, still clutching his bottle of drano, but bugging out and 
speechless.  It's every organism for itself. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
MANIFESTING MADLY WITH 
AN OSCILLATING SHRIEK. 
LIKE AN ANCIENT SIN THAT LETS THE DEVILS IN 
WHEN THE FLESH IS WEAK.

PAGE FOURTEEN-FIFTEEN (four panels): 
A sprawling double page spread, a tilted vulture's eye view of R'Lyeh fully risen into 3d space 
(fully unfolding on the far right of 15, with demonic swarms issuing from its gaping recesses).  
The nightmare sky behind it, the beach towards the lower half of the spread.  Screaming 
teenagers.  Some standing in a state of shock, bearing witness, some running further inland as if 
their lives depend on it.  And they do.  
On page Fourteen, there are three globular inset panels on the left.  
The captions float in bubbles of their own, somewhere in the vicinity of the corresponding panels.

PANEL ONE: 
Asanette and an anonymous gaggle of beach kids staring out at the sea and the city and the 
fracturing sky, screaming with uncomprehending terror.  

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
TOO LONG HAS SUNSHINE REIGNED IN INNSMOUTH 
NOW THE DARK IS BACK. 
THERE MAY YET BE RAINBOWS 
BUT THE MIST WILL PAINT THEM BLACK. 

PANEL TWO: 
Random townsfolk on the boardwalk, reacting to R'Lyeh with shock and terror. 
KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
THE UNIVERSE IS JUST AN EGG. 
ITS SHELL BEGINS TO CRACK. 
ALL OF TIME AND SPACE IS A CHEAP ENTREE... 
EARTH, A MIDNIGHT SNACK.

PANEL THREE: 
Octopoid spider-churches, 3d cross-sections of oscillating macroanatomies, schlupping slug- 
things and corrosive amoebae with spikey coral hearts, a whole ecology of monsters are gurgling 
and bursting and shrieking to the surface. 

PAGE FIFTEEN: 
Where the ocean kisses the beach, at the page's lower right, we see the beginnings of the 
massacre, the impossible organisms invading the rocks and the sand and the boardwalk, humans 
running and screaming and going mad. 

KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
WHEN MAN FIRST SLITHERED ONTO LAND 
BENEATH A BOILING SKY 
PACTS WERE MADE AND PLANS WERE LAID. 
WHAT SINKS WILL SOMEDAY RISE. 
KINGS IN YELLOW CAPTION: 
THE WISE MEN SAID THAT IS NOT DEAD 
WHICH CAN ETERNAL LIE 
AND IN STRANGE AEONS 
EVEN DEATH MAY DIE.

PAGE SIXTEEN (six panels): 
Six globular panels, like the page itself is boiling and blistering into images.  Smaller blisters 
between the panels might contain the tiki-fied faces of the monsters we're seeing. 

PANEL ONE: 
Asanette recoiling in the foreground, covered with blood, sobbing and screaming as the boy in the 
background is devoured down to the waist by a giant sea-worm with a round maw, lined with 
fangs. 

PANEL TWO: 
Beach teens chewed up and raped and flayed by the unleashed beasts of the deep. 
PANEL THREE: 

Augie in the back seat of Arthur Jermyn's car with his face and hands close to the window, 
watching with stunned (but safe) fascination at a nearby explosion of carnage that splatters the car 
with viscera.  In the front seat, Jermyn nonchalantly reads the paper, like he's just waiting on 
Master Howeird. 

PANEL FOUR: 
Townsfolk on the boardwalk getting ripped apart by sea monsters.  

PANEL FIVE: 
The lead guitarist and the organist for the Kings in Yellow playing bravely on as their band-mates 
are getting ripped to pieces.  True professionals.

KINGS IN YELLOW BUBBLE: 
KTULU F'TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGN! 
HATHEG-KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 
YOUNG LUVKRAFT SURFED 
AMONGST THE SOFT BLACK STARS! 
HATHEG-KLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 
KTULU F'TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGN! 
WHEN THE CITY LEAVES EVERY PSYCHE SCARRED, 
IT WILL SINK AGAIN. 

PANEL SIX: 
Zadak on his knees with a clearly malevolent starfish-type creature hugging his face.  He's having 
a spasm as he tries desperately to narrate through its constricting tissue. 

ZADAK:  Mmmmschlup...MEEENGlschlupMMM...*gasp*...kkkssMEANWHILE!

PAGE SEVENTEEN (four panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
At the top half of the page,a widescreen cthuloid pieta, bordered  above and below by black.  A 
sprawling, squamous fractalizing glimpse of the Mandelbrot viscera of R'lyeh.  At the center of 
the shot, Kadatherine in all of her tentacled splendor, encircled by a halo or an entourage of eels, 
crackling electrically.  She stares at Howie, who is limp in her arms.  She smiles at him 
beatifically.  His mouth is hanging open.  The Heckronomicon hovers and burns beside her in a 
cloud of black bubbles.  Or above her perhaps, fleshbound oracular scripture of the dark god- 
thing that spawned her.  There is no up or down here, but she's rising to the surface. 

ZADAK'S NARRATION:  
MMMEANWHILE!  MEANWHILE! KADATHERINE DID RISE FROM THE ARCANE 
DEPTHS OF HER BLUE HELL, CRADLING HER SUNDERED BOYFRIEND IN A KIND OF 
ELDRITCH PIETA!  schlup!  starfish BASTARD!  *choke* SCHLUP!  

PANEL TWO: 
Kadatherine kissing Howie as she holds him.  The degree of sunlight hitting their aquatic 
trajectory builds throughout the panels. 

PANEL THREE: 
Still kissing, Howie less limp, eyes open.  He may have become even paler. 

PANEL FOUR: 
They recoil from one another, but with smiles on their faces. 
HOWIE & KADATHERINE: 
YUCK!

PAGE EIGHTEEN (five panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
Kadatherine bursting forth from the depths, still carrying Howie, towering over the populace, 
balanced on her fully extended tentacles.  All the monsters on land and sea cease and desist their 
mayhem to bear witness and pay tribute to her. 

KADATHERINE:  
STILL YOUR RAGE, HIDEOUS CHILDREN OF R'LYEH!  GROVEL BEFORE ME, 
MAMMALS OF INNSMOUTH! 

PANEL TWO: 
She's schlupping onto the sandy beach.  There's something about her that's more terrifying than 
the monsters who serve her.  Even the mortally wounded humans give her a wide and reverent 
berth.  She delivers a strange sermon to the surviving teenagers and the townsfolk who have 
gathered with futile guns and blazing torches where the pavement meets the sand.  

KADATHERINE:  
LET THE FEASTING CEASE, FOR NOW.  AT THE SUMMONING OF THIS HOWARD 
LUVKRAFT, OUR PROPHET AND YOUR AMBASSADOR, WE OF R'LYEH, THE 
DREAMING CITY, WE HAVE SLOUGHED OUR SLUMBER, OUR SLUMBER UNDER THE 
SEA OR WRAPPED UP IN DUST, ON LAND, AS I WAS, PRETENDING TO BE HUMAN.  
THE TIME FOR PRETENDING IS DONE. 

PANEL THREE: 
She says the aeon of summer fun has come to an end.  The Living City from the Beginning and 
the End of All Time is awake now, and will rise to feast for one mad evening every summer.  It's 

eaten all the fun it can this year, in its groggy state.  Asanette may be visible in this shot, almost 
foetal, splattered with blood, crying and screaming without being able to make any noise. 

KADATHERINE:  
YOUR AEON OF "SUMMER FUN" HAS COME TO A BLOODY END.  YOUR JOY IS WHAT 
WE HARVEST, WE OF R'LYEH, SUNKEN CITY THAT DREAMS YOUR WORLD.  YOUR 
TERROR IS SWEET TO US WHEN THAT JOY IS BLACKENED AND THWARTED! AND 
TRANSMUTED BY OUR GNASHING INTO SPIRITUAL EXCREMENT.

KADATHERINE:  
BUT THE CITY IS STUFFED, NOW.  WE WILL SINK AGAIN UNTIL SUMMER NEXT. 

PANEL FOUR: 
 A shot of Kadatherine that, in its creepy courtliness, intensifies her youthful (if alien) charm by 
reminding us that she's at least a hundred years old.  She's laying down the law for the whole 
human race.  It starts in Innsmouth. 

KADATHERINE:  ITS HUNGER WILL BE DEEPER, THEN, ITS TEETH SHARPER.  YOU 
SHOULD PREPARE SACRIFICES, LIKE IN DAYS OF OLD. 

PANEL FIVE: 
Howie is fully out of his trance now, and very uncomfortable being cradled like a baby.  He's 
squirming, trying to free himself, and she smiles beatifically again, finding him adorable. 

KADATHERINE:  AS FOR THIS STRANGE BEING, THIS HOWARD LUVKRAFT...HE'S 
ONE OF YOURS, OF COURSE.   
       THERE'S NO PLACE FOR HIM IN MY DEPTHS.  BUT KNOW THIS: 
HE RECITES THE PRIMORDIAL SONG-LINES AS IF THROUGH GILLS.   
HE IS MORE SACRED TO US 
THAN THE WHOLE OF YOUR SPECIES. 
KADATHERINE:  
IF ONE HAIR ON HIS HEAVY HEAD IS HARMED BETWIXT NOW AND NEXT SUMMER, 
 FROM BELOW MY WOE WILL BRING A CANCEROUS BLIGHT TO THE VERY PHYSICS 
OF THIS NOWHERE.  AND ALL HERE SHALL KNOW THE PAIN OF THAT HAIR, 
MAGNIFIED A BILLIONFOLD.

PAGE NINETEEN (six panels): 
PANEL ONE:         
 Luvkraft is out of his trance and very uncomfortable.   Luvkraft's feet touch dry land.  
Kadatherine imperiously bellows at the traumatized mammals who cringe before her. 

KADATHERINE:  
KNEEL BEFORE HIM! 

PANEL TWO: 
 All the townsfolk and teenagers are kneeling before him.  He surveys them coldly with a jaded 
eye. 

HOWIE: 
SO...THIS IS "POPULARITY". 

PANEL THREE: 
Howie dismisses their adulation.  Kadatherine returns the Heckronomicon to her creepy boyfriend 
with moist fishy eyes, full of ardor.  

HOWIE:  
FEH. 

KADATHERINE:  
HOWARD...PLEASE HOLD ONTO THIS BOOK UNTIL NEXT SUMMER.  

KADATHERINE:  
WHEN YOU FEEL ALONE IN THIS EMPTY PLACE, SING ITS VERSES ALOUD TO THE 
LIQUID I AM. 

PANEL FOUR: 
Howie bids her a curt but courtly farewell, summons Augie, and goes back to the comfort of his 
"research".  In the background, she blows him a heartfelt, viscid kiss.  

HOWIE:  
THANK YOU, MISS MARSH.  I'D BE HAPPY TO LOOK AFTER YOUR BOOK.  READING 
IT HAS BEEN A VERY ILLUMINATING EXPERIENCE.  

HOWIE:  
NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I MUST GET BACK TO MY RESEARCH. 

HOWIE:   
AUGIE! 

AUGIE: 
I'M COMING, HOWIE! 

PANEL FIVE: 
She and her beasts and pranasites return to the depths of their dream city and it sinks and the sun 
rises and the waves resume their usual flexing and crashing.  

KADATHERINE:  
UNTIL NEXT SUMMER, YOU HAIRY THINGS.  JUST TRY TO FORGET ME. 
     
PANEL SIX: 
The aftermath.  Police.  Ambulances.  Body-bags.  Most of the surviving teens have gone 
hopelessly insane.  Randy is alive, transfigured by his immersion in the altered ocean into a 
shrieking cube of shuddering flesh.   Zadak has been reduced to a skeletal state, the starfish 
monster still suckling on his dessicated face. 

RANDY (CUBED):  
Dudes!  Wait up!...um...I'm not sure how to move these weird tendril things.  Guys!  Hey!  Wait 
up!...It's me...It's the Big...I mean...It's Randy... 

ZADAK: 
 ... 

ZADAK: 
... 

ZADAK: 
... 
         
PAGE TWENTY (five panels): 
PANEL ONE:      
It's a week or two later, and Innsmouth is pretending to be its former self, but it's trying too hard. 
It's a shot of Innsmouth by the sea, similar to the view on page one, panel one.  Perhaps with a 
skeletal Zadak in a similar pose, but dead.  With a starfish schlupping his shrivelling face.  Unless 
this would create confusion with Howie's narration (which should be in an elegant handwritten 
font, perhaps, or some more legible approximation). 

ZADAK: 
...schlup... 

ZADAK: 
...schlup... 

ZADAK: 
...schlup... 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
DEAR MOTHER AND FATHER...Much has happened since I first arrived at Aunt Agatha's, but 
the summer draws to a close, and Innsmouth is going about its business. 

PANEL TWO: 
Shot of scrawny, conflicted, deeply traumatized beach teens, their smiling faces like masks with 
bloodshot anxiety poking through the eyeholes.  These kids are to the beach teens on page one 
what the Manson kids are to the cast of "Hair"
HOWIE'S LETTER: 
 These "simple folk" are trying to forget the Risen City and Kadatherine's sermon and the strange 
angles and the abominations.  Their parodies of "happy" increasingly emit the clammy stink of 
desperation. 

PANEL THREE: 
 Howie Luvkraft walks amongst them with his strange book, a living testament to the chaotic 
strangeness of the cosmos, that it should favor such a surly little wretch.  He's writing this letter to 
his parents back in Arkham, sitting on a park bench.  We can see townsfolk pointing at him or 
averting their gazes in terror. 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
I won the title of "Big Shoggoth", for all the good it did me.  If all of time and space had to melt 
and boil to make that possible, so be it.  It's a curious thing, this "popularity".  The natives scatter 
at my approach and sob when I address them directly.  I supposed "popularity" would be a more 
cheerful experience. 

PANEL FOUR: 
 A stiff daguerrotype-style family portrait of Howie, Augie, the shrivelled Aunt Agatha, and 
Arthur Jermyn. 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
I've decided to stay here in Innsmouth.  Aunt Agatha is comforted by my company.  I will have 
my senior year at Innsmouth High.  Although I experienced an awkward first day here, the 
festering ambience in the wake of R'lyeh seems to suit my constitution. 

 PANEL FIVE: 
Howie in a striped nightgown and nightcap, tucked in in a big bed in Aunt Agatha's creepy guest 
room, reading from the Heckronomicon, his eyes rolling back into his brainmeat. 

HOWIE: ...schneckmechflothoothmequequizaagmeque... 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
It seems, after all, there's a place in Innsmouth for a young fellow of good breeding and great 
scholarly acumen. 
  
PAGE TWENTY-ONE (three panels): 
PANEL ONE: 
When he craves a kindred spirit, he goes to the seaside, and reads from the Heckronomicon to the 
strangest element he knows.  The ocean bubbles as he reads to it.  Lovely tentacles gently break 
the surface and encircle the rock he's perched on. 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
And for the first time yet in my young life, when my I find my solitude suffocating and i crave a 
kindred spirit, there's one to be found.  In the twilight I read to the strangest element I know. 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
It turns out her native tongue is a language called "Aklo". 
"YUCK" is an Aklo word that means "I love you". 

PANEL TWO: 
      We reveal his parents having the letter read to them by a nurse in the day room of a mental 
institution.  They're both in an advanced state of syphilitic dementia.  They drool and gibber and 
shriek throughout the reading, but we can tell that they're very proud of their Teenage Luvkraft.  
There's a framed photo on the wall of Baby Luvkraft, looking much the same, but dressed as a 
girl. 

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
I think of you both, and "yuck" is what I feel.  I will miss you both throughout the coming school 
year.  I'll come back and visit after graduation, unless your distempered brains have rusted into 
oatmeal by then.  In which case, I'll just send for my things.

HOWIE'S LETTER: 
Yours, with affection and impatience for my impending inheritance, 
Howard Phillips Luvkraft.

PANEL THREE: 
NEXT MONTH: "SQUAMOUS TIMES AT INNSMOUTH HIGH" 

PAGE TWENTY-TWO: 
DEAR TEENAGE LUVKRAFT: a letters page, featuring (on the masthead), Howie in a turban, 
staring at us imperiously.









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