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Microfiction serving as brief session reports of my solo games of Arkham Horror.

Joined March 2011
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Roland and Agnes settled down after dispatching the writhing horror to oblivion, devoting time to their newfound psychoses and hypochondria.


The moment he met the wizard beside the bonfire, Roland began to dance to the chants that echoed through the forest. He is dancing still....


As Roland yanked the machete from the skull of another "cultist" he began to wonder if he was Arkham's white knight or a mere serial killer.


Roland granted that picking Arkham as the spot for his vacation from the FBI proved an error given all the recent deer-masked home invaders.


The living card game horror has arrived. Not sure if I should be ecstatic or terrified. I need to pass a will check to crack open the box!


I'm more excited than a mi-go with a shiny new brain cylinder for the newly announced Arkham Horror: the Card Game: fantasyflightgames.com/en/news/2016/8…


The Arkham ghouls and gugs wish you a Merry Cthulhumas... Wait, it's Halloween? That's just a scam run by Hastur and the candy corporations!


Sadly before she could save humanity, Ursula drowned in the drool of a protoshoggoth, but at least she sort of died doing what she loved.


The journal had the secret to the elder things' plot, but it was par for the course: world domination, resource exploitation, and free beer.


Ursula learned her lesson about touching alien corpses in Antarctica. "I got poisoned just so I could have this worthless mi-go brain case?"


Offered a poetry reading by Borges, Ursula accepted but didn't pay attention to his revelations, instead imagining how he'd taste in batter.


Ursula welcomed Bill Dyer's help, but felt bad for him. As it stood he'd "vanish" during a blackout or fall prey to unstable astral gates.


Ursula was in South Africa one minute and Chicago the next! "Another stupid wormhole? Why can't the laws of physics just behave for once?"


Ursula wondered why whenever she blacked out another plump porter vanished. It wasn't like she ate them. After all, she was still hungry!!


Discovering the alien internment camp should have been a bigger shock, but Ursula had seen the other side of reality. She was not impressed.


The alien dismissed Ursula with a wave of an appendage. She awoke in London, reasonably sure the alien had berated her in a British accent.


It was odd to return from the jungle to civilization, what with all the moons and tentacles. Ursula groaned; she was lost in time and space.


Weary of adventuring, Ursula was ready to retire to a nice little treehouse in deepest Africa, but sadly the elder things had other plans.


Eldritch Horror with Mountains of Madness: Ursula Downs vs. the Rise of the Elder Things. #arkham #horror #ffg #Cthulhu


Elder Sign Omens: Dexter's flute playing sent the horrid Bloated Woman shrieking. He sighed, deciding he needed lessons if he was going pro.


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