Beyond the Mountains of Madness

5 Dec, 4pm : Near the base of the headless Elder statue, lay a huge basalt boulder. The statue’s head. Starkweather shouted with glee as he climbed atop the severed head and called out to Wilbur, “Take my picture, getting the statue itself as background. Wait, let me strike a triumphant pose, the conquering hero.” James was already composing the newspaper article in his head that would detail his most-grand Antarctica exploration. Pictures to go with the artifacts he was already collecting. Meanwhile, Professor Moore and the other scientists of the party stood in marvel as they gazed up the river at the sprawling city. At one end, the frozen river seemed to cascade down into a gapping cave mouth as if feeding the underworld. Up river, they saw collapsed causeways and bridges that once spanned the river. Empty streets laid out in almost pentagonal patterns yet not quite. Buildings that looked like stacked archways with open windows and thresholds. From which ice seemed to flow. Offeri...

4 Dec : You have to realize, at altitude, this 20,000ft plateau, you are constantly on oxygen. So, to speak, you have to pull out the straw-like hose. You probably want to leave the clip on your nose to avoid inhaling the below-zero air. Thus, you speak in short bursts hoping not to inhale through your mouth or nose. Kind of like trying to eat strong horseradish. Pilot/Flight-Engineer Pat Miles examined the cracked ski on the Weddell , then through the howling wind almost had to shout, “We’ll have to improvise a lift to get at it. Then it’ll take at least a day to fix.” Yet no-one had problems hearing the painfully disorienting pings and hiss and pulse of Wilbur’s radio, “Shut that damn thing off!” Wilbur apologized, “I had the volume set almost to zero.” James Starkweather stomped forward, “Damn it boy, you played with that thing on the plane. What the hell is it?!” Wilbur looked to Professor Moore to bail him out (who stood silent), “I, I thought I’d try to contact Miss Lexington a...

Oskar then Robert then Wilbur read the Dyer Manuscript: Oskar was stunned, “I had to find out the hard way father was killed by those things then experimented on. Yet Dyer knew all along and kept it secret. I’ll kill him if he ever shows his face again!” Dr. Cope feverishly read the Dyer text of the true happenings of the Miskatonic University expedition and Lake's camp, burning down two cigars in a single sitting and draining a bottle of brandy as he did so. Once finished, he gently placed the text back in the manilla envelope and returned it to Moore, eyes ringed with lack of sleep but excited nonetheless. Not a good sort of excited either. "The world is not ready for this. And neither are we, Moore. If what's in here is true, we're in for one hell of a time if we stumble in the wrong direction," he thought to himself. After reading and returning the text, Dr. Cope returned to the dissected specimen, hard at work to find any possible weaknesses in the crea...