This story is hardly to believe, but listen any way. In the late 15th century was being explored the New World. (My friend Cthulhu was always tell me about that place, that the land was being unspoiled, and the women were being luscious and all, and there was this stuff called peyote. But he was being piss when the Europeans got there and were took all the women.) Some of the people from that land were coming to the Old World (no body was call it that then but you know what I am meaning). One guy I was meet had a name I could not to be pronouncing, it was worse than Cthulhu's name. He was coming of a people named Zapatecs. He was say we could to make a lot of money by selling my book at his people over there. I was say sure go ahead and we were signing a contract and all. So he was start to translate the Necronomicon into Zapatec, which was all but strange looking drawings and pictures. One day he was bring me a bunch of pages he had done. I could not to make any sense out of it of course, but I was give him some money to keeping going. That was the last I was ever seen of the Zapatec man. He was being a crooked man. I was not caring about the pages he was give to me, they were being fakes probably anyway, so I left them at a room of mine when I was skip out on the lease. I am wonder sometimes what was happen to those pages.
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