If it has to fit on a license plate, Virginia = Dominion of the Old Ones
Old Ones = Grand Olde Patriarchs. . .
Virginia is for Livers
Washington: Realm of Buh’Na’hna Sluh’g and Ghoo Y’Dhuch
No, wait, make that “Sultry and Foetid.”
The Straight Dope: Fighting the revenant Eaters of Flesh since 1973
That was a very late edit.
Wow, Kentucky is way ahead of everyone, and already has an official one, “The Dark and Bloody Ground State”.
Apparently no one else in this thread has, either. It’s the longest string of Lovecraftian prose ever written that doesn’t contain the words “non-Euclidean” nor “cyclopean”.
North Dakota remains “Land of the Frozen Dead.”
Colorado: “Land of the Mountains of Madness.” (Manitou Springs is pretty Lovecraftian, but they aspire to more of a Stephen King vibe.)
Hawaii: “Our last–and least effective or enthusiastic–vanguard against the Lurking Horror that is Dagon of the Depths!”
Wyoming: “We know what awaits within that supervolcano beneath Yellowstone. Soon, you will too!”
Connecticut: “Arkham if they can’t take a joke!” “The moon dripped blood over the Miskatonic River!”
Wisconsin, Foward into the abyss where the old gods await to feast on your agony
Washington D. C.: The place where we erect all our cyclopean monstrosities. (The non-Euclidean monstrosities are in the MOMA)
North Carolina: First in Flight… from the Eldrich horrors.
Indiana: The Crossroads of the Cosmos.
Its capital of Naptown is an ancient city of incomprehensible geometry abandoned by its creators and forgotten by time. Those foolish enough to linger will be reduced to a death like trance, their minds filtered into a kaleidoscope of ichor and arrayed before the local horse gods as sacrifice in a temple of pitch overseen by the Priest of Fortune. Those strong enough to resist will lose themselves in endless seas of corn, never to be seen again.
It’s not the buildings - it’s what lies beneath
*What Lies Beneath!
'fhalma-agl hupadgh grah’n-or’ai!! *
More abysmally soul-ravaging than the vast empty chasm of the Total Reality Vortex of Frogstar World B, where in the void the last faint glimmer of hope is consumed in the hungry hellfires of Halliburton as venomous, indifferent claws scrape at the trembling, tortured Tartarous desolation that fades into abject surrender, here withers the last wisp of a suggestion of the Fargone spirit.
I actually like that state, it is the red-headed-step-child of the nation. Or maybe its plucky comic relief.
Tennessee–the Volunteer State.
What they volunteer for…I dare not name…