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Deception is a right. Truth is a privilege. Innocence is a luxury. Born of the U.S. government’s 1928 raid on the degenerate coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, the covert agency known as Delta Green spent four decades opposing the forces of darkness with honor, but without glory. Stripped of sanction after a disastrous 1969 operation in Cambodia, Delta Green’s leaders made a secret pact: to continue their work without authority, without support, and without fear. Delta Green agents slip through the system, manipulating the federal bureaucracy while pushing the darkness back for another day — but often at a shattering personal cost.

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Delta Green: Tales from Failed Anatomies — Stories of Desperate Intrigue and Cosmic Terror

Now at Kickstarter. Killing wasn’t all that bad when you learned what was really going on. Death was a rule of the world. Everyone knew that. It was how systems renewed themselves. It was beautiful, in a way. These other things, though — these other things didn’t die on their own. Som
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Delta Green: Future/Perfect on Lovecraft eZine

Tuesday night, February 11, 2014, I’ll start a Google Hangouts game featuring Dennis Detwiller’s Delta Green: Future/Perfect. The players signed up at the Lovecraft eZine. It sounds like most of them are new to Call of Cthulhu and Delta Green, so it ought to be really fun.
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Call for Submissions: New Delta Green Fiction

The Tales from Failed Anatomies project is now LIVE at Kickstarter! This is a call for pitches and submissions for short stories in the award-winning Delta Green setting. My name is Shane Ivey and I’m managing editor for Delta Green tabletop roleplaying game and books of fiction. I an
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Witch Hunt

By Dennis Detwiller, © 2013. She dumped the phone in a trashcan at an anonymous McDonald’s off the interstate. Let them track that, she thought, and grimaced. Acid crawled up her throat as she watched blurs flash past from the parking lot. A million lights arcing in neon and cur
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Punching

By Dennis Detwiller, © 2011 The Vega crawls up the drive to the house in the dark, and the driver, Henry Briggs, leans forward over the wheel to consider the house as he cruises past it. He pulls in next to the other cars — a Mercedes, a Jaguar, a Rolls — and gets out. In the row of d
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