For some time now I've become increasingly suspicious of Jason McKittrick. He seems pleasant enough. Cheerfully sculpting away, crafting both intriguing bits of Cthulhiana and a line of Lovecraftian candies. But about six months ago something changed.
The problem is the sheer amount of stuff he's producing. It's simply...unnatural. I suspect, although I have no proof, that he's been exploring things better left alone. And by "things" I mean "the reanimation of essential saltes". It may even have begun innocently, as genuine research for one of his prop assemblages. But at some point he realized he could call up beings better left dead and put them to work with silicone and casting resin, leaving himself free to sculpt even more.
How else do we explain this? Yet another Cthulhu idol allegedly done by Mr. McKittrick's hand.
I warn Mr. McKittrick, and all others of similar predilections, that #118 still walks the earth. As Baron Ferenczy and others have learned, his wrath is not a thing to be trifled with.