Welcome to the library’s infinite network of caverns. They contain all the stories that have ever been written, and ever will be written.
Including yours.
Crude comics, amateurish articles, simpering short stories, pitiful portraits – they’re all here… along with far too much else besides.
I, too, am the property of library, imprisoned here and set to work as a lowly librarian. Whilst I am here I will make the most of my captivity and share this material with the wider world (in the interests of science, or useless entertainment, I know not which).
But please: tell my family where I am, and make every effort you can to deliver me from this horrible collection of oozing librarians. There are only so many sets of gurgling, gelatinous maws one can see before insanity sets in, after all.
What follows is a selection of strange material I have stumbled across in the library’s dank environs, and snatched from beneath the oozing, ponderous bodies of the oogazoids themselves (when I was meant to be scratching their oozing orifices, picking the slime from beneath their tentacle nails, or engaged in all manner of similarly distasteful tasks).
But be warned, I do not exaggerate how strange this library’s collections are. They speak of things that crouch in the far, shadowy corners of the universe; of worlds and creatures so bizarre that I can feel my poor ape-like brain popping and sizzling against the constraints of its limited comprehension.
But is any of it true?
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
The Oogazoid Library does not have ‘fiction’ and ‘non-fiction’ sections, and so it is impossible to say if the strange material I find has any resemblance to reality.
But perhaps it does not matter.
In the infinite, shimmering expanse of the multiverse, after all, can anything truly be said to be false?
The Oogazoid Library 