Arkham Socks
Description: The department’s latest specimen is uncontainable, hungry, and definitely not a pet. For those researchers who believe that even a multi-eyed mass of protoplasm just needs a little training. A tribute to high-stakes academic failure.
Miskatonic University Cryptozoology Shoggoth Specimen Research Socks
by Context Merch
$14 $20
Description: Ken and Robin are proud to have snagged exclusive merch rights for Arkham MA's foremost roaster of ancient artisanal coffees, Strange Brews. Whether you're filtering it in a Yithian cone or sipping a cappuccino with formless foam, Strange Brews coffee will reanimate your perspective and help you remember that thing you saw in the barn that chilly New England night.
Description: "And they say that the Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite vibrations as if in answer."
Description: “Oh, oh, my Gawd, that haff face--that haff face on top of it...that face with the red eyes an’ crinkly albino hair, an’ no chin, like the Whateleys...It was a octopus, centipede, spider kind o’ thing, but they was a haff-shaped man’s face on top of it, an’ it looked like Wizard Whateley’s, only it was yards an’ yards acrost....” -- H. P Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror"
Description: "The spawn of Yuggoth had perished aeons before, but had left behind them one monstrous and terrible living thing which could never die—their hellish god or patron daemon Ghatanothoa, which lowered and brooded eternally though unseen in the crypts beneath that fortress on Yaddith-Gho." - H. P. Lovecraft and Hazel Heald, "Out of the Aeons"
Miskatonic university Crest White - HP Lovecraft Socks
by Duckfieldsketchbook01
$14 $20
Description: “The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful.” ? H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"
