Titus Crow Book

A pitiful investigator of eldritch horror returns for a sequel in which he gains a TARDIS, fights pterosaurs, is rebuilt as a cyborg, lasers a god, befriends dragons, and . . .



My Burrows Beneath review is here. I'll discuss the insanity of Transition for this review.

I once played in a Call of Cthulhu game at a local gaming store. We had three players and the Schmuck. We wanted to get rid of the Schmuck so badly, we hatched an insane plan. Knowing that the Schmuck was a Lovecraftian purist, we went crazy for one game. By the end of it, we were feeding a magic wand (given to us by Sailor Moon) Twinkies to make it turn into a Star Wars ship to escape the outer god Azathoth. The Schmuck left during the argument over whether a Y-Wing or an X-Wing has a better hyperdrive. We promptly restarted the game the moment he left the store and pretended that never happened .

This book is what would've happened if we continued that game up to eleven.

Titus Crow was a poor, poor protagonist. In The Burrowers Beneath, he mostly eats chicken lunches and is begged by monsters to leave them alone. In this book, we learn how his subsequent adventures becomes the stuff of crazed middle school fanfic.

If you want to watch someone take the ever-loving piss out of the Cthulhu Mythos, go ahead. I had a spectacular time. Then again, I love bizarre bad movies, having owned 80 DVDs off of badmovies.org. I love media that is, to quote Roger Ebert, "cheerfully berserk."

Seriously, look at that first sentence up there. By the end of that statement, you should know if you want to read this or not.

There's two sequels. I can't wait.