The Temple of Dagon

Being a generator of descriptions most foul and corrupt...

http://www.space.net.au/~dpwyrm/interac ... craft.html

I tried it and got:

THE MESMERIZING, TURBULENT, ORGANIC, ODIOUS AMBIGUITY

Sounds like a good name for a band

THAT WINGED, FLOWING SLIME...

heh...

"THAT UNKNOWN, VAST FISH..."

That link seems to be dead now. Try this, a story generator: http://www.darkicon.com/lovecraft.htm

An abnormal ooze
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once again, the craftsmanship of the olden dayes is replaced by automation...

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