From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Andrew James [andrew_jamesdg@yahoo.co.uk] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 1:01 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Vampire LARPers Nuge There are some real lookers there, I still foundly remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent the whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one piece leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto heeled boots, and a rain coat. I wish I had a camera with me ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Andrew James [andrew_jamesdg@yahoo.co.uk] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 1:08 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] op:DG RPG Conventions Could role players be the next the recruiting ground for Delta Green, as they are already experienced with the weird and the possible sanity losses suffered by them could well be mitigated by their exposure to said Role Playing Games. **************** Scene : A corridor at **Re-Dacted** Con Role Player : Hay who are you? Suited Man : A person who ants to offer you a job doing what you do best Role Player : What???? Suited man : Saving the World Role Player : Cool!!!!!!!!!!!! ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Frank Adams III [fmadamsiii@hotmail.com] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 7:19 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] [CFB2K] - Chapter 23: Ok, now I'm hacked. I'm getting all of these kudos e-mails (with spoilers) and I did NOT get a copy of Chapter 23. How that happened, I don't even want to hazard a guess. Would someone please forward me a copy at: fmadamsiii@hotmail.com I would appreciate it greatly. Sincerely, The Quiet Man _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of John Petherick [jpetheri@cyberbeach.net] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 2:58 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] op:dg RPG Conventions > -----Original Message----- > From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com > [mailto:owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com]On Behalf Of Andrew James > Sent: August 9, 2001 8:55 AM > To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com > Subject: [DG] op:dg RPG Conventions > > > Very True, just watch out for those Pesky KIds (TM) > who also hang around these conventions. > > Though your comment about the cosyumnes is quitre > correct, especially what some of the female Vampire > LARPers wear (or rather fail to wear). > > Andrew > Or, if leather push-up bras are more to your taste, female Klingons. However, I once attended a Trek convention where the best looking female character was a trnasvestite dressed as Nurse Chappell. _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 2:59 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Cults of today -- sex and longevity ----- Original Message ----- From: "Eckhard Huelshoff" And today the guys announced that Jesus would be next on their cloning > list...no, I am not kidding! > > I am still wondering how they want to manage to get the genetic material > neccessary, but anyway: Probably gonna scrape some stains on the Turin shroud. It's lovely to see real people trying to live out a story I wrote in the late 70s. > > Cloning Hitler to prosecute him is a pretty interesting idea, since it creates > both legal and philosophical dilemmas and raises questions: > > Will the person become the same maniac when raised differently? Can a person > with the same genetic structure as the top dictator of the 20th century be > raised into a gentle, humble human being? One of the funnier shows on Merkin TV is "Mr. Show, with Bob and David." They had a segment where Hitler was being cloned again and again as reparations for the Holocaust. Each and every Holocaust victim or their descendants is given a Hitler for a personal servant. "Children, put your Hitlers away and go to bed." Favorite shot: a Hitler bar where they all hang out on their off time. Mark McFadden _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Bill Nichols [themaninawhitecar@yahoo.com] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 3:04 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] [CFB2K] - Chapter 23: --- Frank Adams III wrote: > Ok, now I'm hacked. I'm getting all of these > kudos e-mails (with spoilers) > and I did NOT get a copy of Chapter 23. How > that happened, I don't even want > to hazard a guess. That happened to me, too. I thought I'd just go to the Ice Cave and read it there, but I cannot seem to get through to that page. So, I would also appreciate it if someone could forward it on to me at: themaninawhitecar@yahoo.com Thanks. Bill __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Yossi Gurvitz [ygurvitz@netvision.net.il] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 4:08 PM To: Peter Devlin Subject: Re[2]: [DG] Cults of today -- sex and longevity Hello Peter, Thursday, August 09, 2001, 6:30:25 PM, you wrote: PD> Another interesting aspect of the Raelian faith is their attempt to build an PD> alien Embassy (with extraterritorial rights) in the middle of Jerusalem, PD> IIRC very close to, or actually on, the sacred Temple Mount. Naturally the PD> construction is funded by donations from the faithful. A bloody stupid idea, if you ask me. I am sorry for the strong language, but we have riots there - often with fatalities - on a weekly basis. Generally, it's either Jewish cultists trying to rebuild the Temple, or Muslim fanatics trying to destroy Jewish artifacts from the Second Temple period. Both groups went head-to-head last week, with the police, border guard (riot police), and Muslim and Jewish faithful in the middle. Nobody got killed, but there were several dozen wounded. Plot idea: Jews are not allowed to ascend the Temple Mount, since nobody who is unclean can, and all Jews are considered unclean through touching a dead body or a dead animal. This prevents most fanatics from ascending, and the Chief Rabbinate has actually forbidden it. There is only one way to remove this ritual uncleanness (sp?), and that is through the Red Cow Ashes ceremony. A priest - a cohen, in Hebrew, and it's for a reason Cohen is the most common Jewish surname - has to anoint you with ashes of a red cow. Now, no one has seen this mystical beast since the days of the Second Temple, and even then they were rare beasts. They were supposed to be young calves, no more than three years old, and have no more than three hairs which were not red, and they were not allowed to do any work. So, until the last two years, the nutcases could not climb the mountain. Two years ago, the "Temple Mount Loyalists" have managed to get their hands on such a cow. They kept it hidden, and started training priests. Then, mysteriously, the sacred cow died. The fanatics blamed the GSS - and, frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if the GSS did went on "Operation Steak" - and now they are working on a *cloning* of that cow. Real life, folks. Straight from the daily paper. PD> Now if that isn't (A) totally unrealistic (B) a fantastic scam for making PD> money, I don't know what is. Hong Kong and Tokyo are often quoted as being PD> the most expensive places in which to buy land. I'd reckon that the Temple PD> Mount has them beat hands down. Even worse. You *can't* buy territory on the Mountain itself, and all places around it are owned by people - who are not selling. Palestinians who sell territory there are liable to be murdered, and the Jews who live there are religious fanatics. And the churches have some very shady deals there... Yours, Yossi _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Andy Robertson [andywrobertson@clara.co.uk] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 2:50 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Re: Glove cleaner R&R Just to say I'm off on holiday for 14 days. Keep the faith. The Glove Cleaner _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of ialdaloboth *genzundheit!* [ialdaloboth@hotmail.com] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 3:10 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] newbie question >by which factor shouls i ramp up all the 'meanies' by i was thinking a >factor of 5 as the weapons would have been upgraded by the 70's and >unfortunatley, howerver much i try to teach them they still carry guns and >stuff, Curing investigators of their gun fetish... a question a newbie might ask, but not a newbie question. ; ) I think everyone's got their own horror stories on that one. Me, I say turn the plane on its ear. Have your investigators face a long, non-ending string of things that CAN'T be harmed by conventional firepower. There's some things from the books that fall under that heading, and if you get tired of those you're free and clear to make up your own, nameless horrors and unleash them. Moo hoo ha ha!!!! I'm thinking the Disco Avatar, me. Seven feet tall (seven.five with duck-butt haircut), clad in a swimming pool blue jingle-jangle leisure suit, with Travolta's moves, Andy Gibb's voice and the ethos of an era where the glitter hid enough squalor to choke a petty tyrant. Imagine the quintessence of 'see it, suck it, grab all you can and fuck it' on two legs, spreading wanton abandon and hideous consequences behind it as it writhes under the lights... Stayin alive. Stayin alive... J. Edward _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of David Rodemaker [dar@horusinc.com] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 2:45 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] [CFB2K] - Chapter 23: I sort of have to agree with this... David dar@horusinc.com Thanx. > Ok, now I'm hacked. I'm getting all of these kudos e-mails (with > spoilers) > and I did NOT get a copy of Chapter 23. How that happened, I > don't even want > to hazard a guess. > > Would someone please forward me a copy at: fmadamsiii@hotmail.com > > I would appreciate it greatly. _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of lwinkler@bradley.edu Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 3:37 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] newbie question > >by which factor shouls i ramp up all the 'meanies' by i was thinking a > >factor of 5 as the weapons would have been upgraded by the 70's and > >unfortunatley, howerver much i try to teach them they still carry guns and > >stuff, > $ delurk Most of the meanies have that built in for CoC. "Takes Minimum Damage/No Damage/1 Damage from Impaling weapons" translates to "Guns are nigh useless." Just beware of incideary rounds. Of course, the way I always work it is the critters don't die until its dramatically appropriate. $ lurk Landon Out _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Eckhard Huelshoff [EHuelshoff@t-online.de] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 4:06 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] Cults of today -- sex and longevity Good Evening! Gatten, Marshall schrieb: [snip] > > So if you were the messiah and you want to have a second coming, how might > you arrange it? Mightn't you place a DNA sample in one of your churches > and wait for genetic scientists to get around to cloning it? Ironically this actually means that the Greys were involved in the second coming! Which would support those theories about angels being in fact aliens! [snip] > > On the other hand if you were the anti-Christ, and wanted to make everybody > believe that you are Christ, mightn't you do exactly the same thing? Talk > about the perfect way to dupe everybody! But would the anti-christ really want to 'dupe everybody'? Wouldn't he on the other hand chose an entirely different "birth scenario"!? > > On the third hand (hey, we're talking supernatural folks here so number of > hands is variable!), if you were a human follower of some mythos god who was > given a bit of skin and blood to make that god come around, mightn't you > arrange to have it appear on the altar at the church where you pose as a > Catholic priest? I like that one! And I somehow feel that the skinless one might be involved. At least as the one who is announcing the coming of the Lord! > > So now you can have members of the UFO Raël gang running around in the south > of France looking for a DNA sample to bring about the second coming. Who > knows what they'll REALLY give birth to? And we should not forget the real catholics: If the Order of the Sword of St. Jerome had the possibility to 'produce' a second coming, wouldn't they try it in order to 'create' the only possible ally - in their logic - against the powers of the endtimes!? eckhard _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [doctor.dee@libero.it] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 4:10 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Test ... you know what the procedure is.... DM T,I _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [doctor.dee@libero.it] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 4:15 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] [CFB2K] - Chapter 23: Straightening the Borders Cheers. Lotsa people are complaining about missing the final chapter. It was originally posted the day the list went belly up, and then again a pair of days ago - when some still had to resubscribe. As I'd hate for someone to miss one of my masterpieces (yeah, right) here we go a third time. Sure as hell this is going for the Most Reprinted Award! Enjoy! Davide --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Challenge From Beyond 2000: Chapter 23 - Straightening the Borders 10. Antarctica No, Adolph. It will not. 9. New York City Martin Arnold stares as the woman in a black Armani tailleur nails the Lizard King. Icy Bud forgotten in his left hand, the old roadie physically perceives as a slap in the face the crunching sound caused by the 9mm Parabellum as it slams into Jim Morrison's forehead, splattering the dead rock star's brains on the dirty wallpaper. The definitely dead dead rock icon slowly slides to the floor. Martin is quite taken aback. "Well, fuuuuuuuuuck me..." he says. He would never have believed a silenced gun could make such a loud bang anyway. Not at all like the movies. The woman is bending to collect the spent casing. Bending at the waist, like a ballerina. Martin's brain shifts one gear, grating painfully. Points a finger. "You..." he starts. Old sticky memories of youthful wanking sessions are coming back to him. She arches an eyebrow. Points the gun. "You were in Scooby Doo...!" The bullet catches him in the left eye. No sound this time. No nothing. The world ends for Martin Arnold. 8. Antarctica Red Thomas walks to the seal. The blast from Lepus' hand grenade is lost in his perception of the past. There is a god waiting for release. And Red Thomas is an expert in release. 7. Antarctica, but a few hundred meters up Harvey gives a sideways grin. "The bastard's still breathing," he says. Stands. "But he won't be much help anytime soon," he adds. Bobbi nods, her mind elsewhere. The rest of the gang are getting increasingly solipsistic. Mycroft is going on about clams, and has been for the last ten minutes, Cassilda's doing a Marcel Marceau number. Bobbi looks at the walls scraped clean of bas-reliefs, the stench of blood clinging in the still, hot air. "He can't be stopped," she finally murmurs. Harvey grins again. "The game's been over for a while, now," he says. She looks at him, uncomprehending. They are suddenly alone. He nods to himself. "Let's go find the exit," he says. Gives a small kick to the bleeding remains into which Adolph Lepus is still keeping a stranglehold on life. "The time has come for straightening the borders," he says. 6. Tokyo The board is a pale nightmare crossed with black lines, dots of no particular significance marking nine intersections. Nishikawa-san is sweating, cursing in his mind the old _sempai_ and his obsession about _go_. The others are somewhere between ramen-stand and karaoke parlour, but he's here listening to the wizened old scarecrow and his view of the game. Paper-skinned hand extends, a black stone lands on an intersection. Kazuo-san explains at length the strategy behind his move. The young salaryman nods. Nishikawa-san has got his eyes on a young hostess down where his colleagues are most likely partying hard right now. She's young, English, blonde, with huge boobs. Can be had for a price. He's been practicing Morning Musume's latest single for one week now, to impress her with his karaoke proficiency. Why the hell did he have to mention the fucking game? He places a white stone somewhere. His senior shakes his head, launching into another tirade. It had been intended as an innocent comment. He really had been unaware of the fact that the _Asahi Shimbun_ published _go_ problems. He had thrown it out, as an idle something to break the silence in the photocopier room. He had wondered at the terrified looks in his older colleagues' eyes. Too late. Kazuo-san passes. Finally! Nishikawa-san passes too, stealing a glance at the clock on the wall. Is he still on time? Has she found another paramour? The old crow starts messing with the pieces on the board. Picks them up, puts others down. "After the game is ended," Kazuo-san explains, briskly but with a certain kindness, "it is important to tidy the territories, straightening the borders, taking dead stones away, before points are calculated." Nishikawa-san sighs. How long yet? The world may end, an older colleague told him this morning, and still Kazuo-san would be only interested in his old game. 5. Antarctica Red Thomas is facing the thin man in a neat suit and wondering why the fucker won't die. He's feeling torpid, his axe (phallic symbol? where did that come from?) is feeling heavier by the second. Stephen Alzis' features are briefly haunted by the ghost of an ironic smile. Waves a hand. Robert Hubert walks in. This is not where he was supposed to land, but it all makes a sort of sense, and he can accept defeat with a straight face. With even a sort of dignity. The game is over, the chess pieces are to go back into the box. "It was a nice try," Alzis comments, a slender hand extracting a mirror-clean cigarette holder and clicking it open. Hubert nods. He knows there will be hell to pay, somewhere in the future. Now's all a matter of how far in the future. A Ronson lighter snaps shut. Mentholated smoke forms a small cloud in the rarefied atmosphere of the Seal Room. Alzis waves his hand again, this time just four-dimensionally, as an affectation of physical cliches he does not really possess. "I'd be tempted," and he allows himself a reminiscent smile, here, "to let your pawn go on, and unlock the Sleeper." Hubert's eye flicker. Long-time servant of a capricious master, he feels that there might still be a possibility, and at the same time knows this is just another way for his ancient patron to bait him. And he can't resist the bait, that being his nature. Alzis laughs, a rich, throaty sound of true amusement. Hubert's gums begin to bleed. "So hopeful!" Sucks in more smoke, observes the orange light of the fiery cigarette tip. "You really think it'd be stronger than me?" For the first time, Hubert speaks. "It was a gamble worth trying," he says. Alzis laughs again, a briefer, harder sound this time, closer to reality. Fingers snap metaphorically. Possibilities collapse and where Red Thomas stood Lee Burroughs stands, trembling, swaying, bedazzled. Coughs. Half a pint of black blood erupts from his dry, broken lips as he crumples to the floor. Darkness closing on his conscience, he feels like an out of control bus slamming into a kid. Now that's weird. 4. Washington, DC There's a brief glimpse of a familiar face as the monkey mask is ripped off. Then the phone rings, and Joe Camp stops the tape, picks up the receiver. "Yes?" A familiar voice. "Nice of you, finding the time to call." There's the sound of a thousand voices screaming on the other end of the line. Sounds like the end of the world, but it's only GenCon. Joe Camp checks his wristwatch. "No more than ten minutes, now, I guess." More words. A loudspeaker in the background is announcing the next round of the Pokemon tournament. "WE won, obviously." The man on the other end says something about good guys winning that gets lost in the noise. "I just hope it was worth it," Joe says, turning the TV off. More words, more noise. "Yeah, me too. Yes. Oh, I see. Well, as those kids say online, be seeing you." Chuckles. "Say hi to Glancy and Detwiller, too. Cheers!" 3. Antarctica Stephen Alzis and Robert Hubert are going over the whole game, bitching like two old queers at a friend's funeral. The opening in New York, Y'golonac as decoy, the feint in R'lyeh. They touch briefly but affectionately upon Ramona, her lovely ass and her sexual proclivities, then move to more interesting bits. "Countering the Nazis with that hammy Arnie clone!" Hubert chuckles, cold sweat soaking his silk shirt. "C'mon!" They share a laugh. His master is playing at being human. Hubert is playing at buying time, at pushing eternal damnation a few seconds into the future. "Oh, I admired your audacity, there," Alzis counters. "Playing the Nazi hijackers so that the Jeromites would be in..." Shakes his head. "What a gamble. I applaud you." Hubert's smile slips a little. "The Jeromites?" he croaks. Alzis nods. His fine features slowly distend themselves in a puzzled look. "What about them?" Hubert pulls out a large handkerchief, dries his brow, puts it back. "It was not me," he whispers, hoarsely. His mind is racing, looking for a way to turn the horror into an edge. The thin, impeccably dressed man drops the butt of his cigarette. The fiery tip draws an arc in the dark room. "You did not?" The universe is suddenly a very lonely place for the Messenger of the Gods. Hubert lays open, unfolded like an old papyrus in front of him. Stephen Alzis checks the details, nodding, making connections, spotting the singularity, its small, puny path through the events as recorded by the unconscious observer. He does not believe it. In normal circumstances that would be enough to put things straight, but now it's not. The thing IS. He folds Hubert back again, crushes him into a sweating and trembling ball of self and throws him into the rounded corner of the room. The small bit of Alzis that is human is perceiving fear, and treasures it. The sensation slowly spreads to the infinite rest of him, assuming the hues of panic. It's been two thousand years since the last time he felt this way. Not exactly alone. He always was that. No. Forlorn. Abandoned by His Father. And as the last time, he screams his anguish to the skies. A Voice comes forth from his deformed lips, shaking the fabric of space and time. It is this that sets crowds a-running across the world, just a shout of utter bewilderment from a god. "Who the hell is Parnell Warren Hardigan?!" 2. Same place, ten seconds later. Hardigan - for want of a better term - walks in. His clothes are a mess but he does not mind. Looks at Hubert, eyes glazed over, the pool of piss spreading around him. Looks at the sleeping form of Lee Burroughs, his breath regular, pain forgotten briefly. Looks at Stephen Alzis and greets him. Stephen Alzis, his question answered, sits down on an old chunk of tooled rock and stares. Hardigan straightens a bit, passes the palms of his hands over the front of his jacket, looks around, is duly impressed but the artifacts of uncounted aeons past surrounding him in the half-light. Points to the Seal. "Is there really a God behind that thing?" he asks. Alzis nods. Words are failing him. Shakes his head. After all these years.... Hardigan's tone is amused, uncertain. "You know I still can't believe it? This concept of godhood is still too unlikely to me. So naive. So anthropocentric." Alzis chuckles, or maybe it's a cough. Or a sigh. "You never did, did you? Believe, I mean. In gods" "Yeah, right," Hardigan laughs openly "and a lot of good it did me. Is that what you mean, eh, rabbuni?" The Messenger winces in distaste at the old title. "Please," he whispers. Hardigan comes close to Hubert's wreck. Foamy spittle is dripping from the wreck's dry lips. "Your choice of followers was always objectionable," he says, turning "But even Judas would have dismissed this bastard as useless." "Why are you here?" Alsiz asks. Hardigan does not answer; he's caressing the walls, amazed at the antiquity. "Are you still trying to buy my miracles? Is that why you're here?" Alsiz stands, a shadow of his former clean-cut self, but ready to face this shadow out of time. Voice thundering in the Seal Room, "Wanna make me an offer, Simon?" he asks, "Or should I call you John?" The man they call Hardigan smiles, shaking his head. "No, thanks." The dot-matrix-like writing of the Elder Race distracts him for a few seconds more. "No," again. Gotta keep the mind on the business at hand. "No, I'm quite over that phase, thanks, and as I said, I'm still an atheist at heart. Scary thought, eh?" Hardigan pats his pockets, finds what he was looking for. "No, now I think of it, actually I'm here on somebody else's errand." A piece of paper wrapped around a chunk of rock. He opens the folded note, turns it around. "Yeah, right. Here goes. Doc said you'd appreciate it." His voice assumes a cantorial tone: "As in Tarajin, so here..." he starts. The whole fucking incantation. It's not a long biz, really. Alzis watches on, slowly shaking his head. Lights another cigarette. "I always hated atheists," he says. Hardigan sighs before nailing the ritual thing shut. Nyarlathotep pops out of reality in a small noxious cloud of stale probability amplitudes. What's left behind, does not survive long. 1. Las Vegas and beyond Chaste Moon had a small snake tattooed at the base of her spine. Bobbi could not get enough of watching it. She caressed the curve of her companion's hip, then rolled over and stretched a hand to get a cigarette from the nightstand. She adjusted her scratched back on the pillows. Lit up. Switched the TV on, went hunting for an MTV clip of Britney. She caught Limp Bizkit instead. Life was getting back to normal. Still impaired where numbers were concerned, but there were other advantages. Two weeks of paid vacation, including the Stardust's Brucheimer suite. And Chaste Moon, which had turned out to be not so chaste, under the right circumstances. Just what the doctor ordered. The thought of good old Doc gave her a pang of guilt and sadness. She switched off the tube. "Thank goodness," Chaste Moon grunted in her pillow. Bobbi turned. "Whaddya mean, lover?" she asked, grinning. The Oriental woman sat up, combing her hair with her fingers, makeup variously smeared over her delicate features. She picked the cigarette from the other woman's lips and gave a long drag. "I mean," she said with a sigh, puffing out a cloud of smoke, "I concede you screw like a full-blown love goddess..." "That's like a full-blown love _god_ actually, darling..." "Yeah, whatever, but where your musical tastes are concerned, hon..." shook her head, turning towards her, "Well, those suck." Bobbi pouted. "You weren't so displeased with my other tastes, though," she said, leaning over. They fell together in a heap, giggling, getting at work on round three. The sign read "Pavement Ends." The old Mustang forgotten, Harvey pushed his hands deeper in his pockets and looked at the thin sunblasted line where tarmac faded into desert. They still dug dinosaur bones hereabouts. Time to get back home. Lee had brought some flowers. He placed them by the stone and waited, with folded hands, for a brief moment. Someone stepped by his side and stood there, waiting. "It was all his idea, right?" Alphonse nodded. "A long and involved game of balls and cups. Prestidigitation." The old man felt good getting that mouthful out without problems. "The man was a genius," he said. "But he got shot in the back like any poor bastard." A shrug. "Happens to geniuses all of the time." "And what happened to Hardigan? If that was his name, I mean." "Back in the weird fiction circuit. Doing some Year of the Scarab tie-in. Got in a row with Brian Lumley at the NecronomiCon, two weeks back." Lee shook his head, chuckling. "Poor guy." "He's tough, he'll survive," Alphonse said. "After all he was a sargeant instructor in the British army." Lee turned to watch him. "Hardigan?" "No, Lumley." They shared a long, much overdue laugh. "What of PARIAH?" "What of him?" "Somebody will call him back sooner or later, right?" "Hopefully later. At the moment, the man in the best position to summon him back is the one that has the least interest in doing so." "Pretty boy Hubert." "Yeah." They nodded a farewell to the stone under which Doc slept. "So it was worth it, right?" Alphonse thought about it. "Do you miss them?" Lee looked at his hands, palms, backs, palms again. "No, I don't." "Then it was worth it." Adolph Lepus is sitting in bed, somewhere west of the Mississippi, both arms outstretched and encased in plaster, the rest of him wrapped in bandages. Twice a day, a virago of a nurse comes, takes his temperature and makes some silly joke about the mummy in Room 32. Lepus is pleased. Patched up and plastered the way he is, he can't sleep. Not seriously anyway. It will take weeks. Weeks without nightmares. So maybe it was still worth it after all. The nurse wonders what the poor wreck has to laugh at. His grotesque form stirs in its watery sepulchre. Bat wings creak into a new position. Tentacles wave according to unknown tempos. A huge, sharp obsidian-taloned hand stretches out, contracts, scratches repeatedly a colossal, scaly buttock. In sunken R'lyeh dead Cthulhu lays, sleeping. 0. Everywhere Breath in. Here. The world ends. Now. Breath out. [and this is the end of it.] _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Julian Breen [jules@bigjules.demon.co.uk] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 5:59 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] DG:Avatars of Y'Golonac at GenCon? >I Will be ther the whole time, just checking out the >guest, someone seems to be missing.... > >no sign yet of Michael Sheard ... > Dwight Schultz is going to be there... Didn't he used to have a sock puppet whilst playing Murdoch in the A-Team? The plot thickens. -- Julian Breen _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Bill Nichols [themaninawhitecar@yahoo.com] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 6:10 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] [CFB2K] - Chapter 23: Straightening the Borders --- Davide Mana wrote: > Cheers. > As I'd hate for someone to miss one of my > masterpieces (yeah, right) here > we go a third time. > Sure as hell this is going for the Most > Reprinted Award! > > Enjoy! > > Davide At the risk of repeating any earlier reviews of Chapter 23 (none of which I received, by the way): Exquisite. Bill __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Julian Breen [jules@bigjules.demon.co.uk] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 6:15 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers In message <20010809180128.47491.qmail@web20307.mail.yahoo.com>, Andrew James writes >Nuge > >There are some real lookers there, I still foundly >remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent the >whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one piece >leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto >heeled boots, and a rain coat. > >I wish I had a camera with me > But what if she hadn't shown up on film? -- Julian _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Don Fougere [bolide@mars.ark.com] Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 11:00 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art) RE: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art)Shane, Marshall, Sorry for asking the doh! question, I should know better, not at all functioning on all cylinders with shift work and new baby. One article I came across, I asked, and I received an answer. Simultaneously I thought of the same solution that Marshall recommended. I have a direction. Hope it works out to other people's benefit aside from my players. Cheers, Don Fougere Image Sleuth - Analytical Imaging Solutions Lazo, B.C. bolide@mars.ark.com ----- Original Message ----- From: Gatten, Marshall To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2001 8:57 AM Subject: RE: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art) <> <> However, there should be no problem in posting a list of links to each article, and you can even give a summary of each so people know which ones they'd be interested in clicking. In fact, I'm on a mailing list for CRM News where everyday I get a long list of links to articles on other people's websites with a short summary of each. And there's advertising in the email. So here's somebody making money by pointing people to other people's articles. And it's done by a pretty big company, so one would assume that it's legal. From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of David A. Farnell [1639556911@jcom.home.ne.jp] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 12:05 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art) RE: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art)From: Gatten, Marshall >>>However, there should be no problem in posting a list of links to each article, and you can even give a summary of each so people know which ones they'd be interested in clicking.<<< Problem--some news providers only keep articles at the original URL for a few days. After that, you click the link and get a "404--File Not Found." You'd have to keep the list of links updated often, or you're going to have a ton of dead links. Dave _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Andrew James [andrew_jamesdg@yahoo.co.uk] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 2:15 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers --- Julian Breen replied > >There are some real lookers there, I still foundly > >remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent > the > >whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one > piece > >leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto > >heeled boots, and a rain coat. > > > >I wish I had a camera with me > > > > But what if she hadn't shown up on film? > -- > Julian I would then have mobilized the local PISES (SP?) Agnets to deal with the situation Andrew ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Kindred [kindred@wizard.com] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 2:33 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers > >There are some real lookers there, I still foundly > >remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent the > >whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one piece > >leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto > >heeled boots, and a rain coat. > > > >I wish I had a camera with me > > > >But what if she hadn't shown up on film? This is why one uses an ultraviolet scope Kindred _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Nuge [jessthecatasc@oceanfree.net] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 5:44 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers >Nuge > >There are some real lookers there, I still foundly >remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent the >whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one piece >leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto >heeled boots, and a rain coat. Right, I think Gencon UK 2001 for me. Anyone I can blag a bed off in London for said weekend? The Nuge (attempting to find exploded naughty parts somewher north of Mulhuddart) Visit http://www.oceanfree.net to get your free e-mail account and use our unique Irish Internet directory _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Philip_Ward@yestelevision.com Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 5:56 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers Word to the wise... the nuge wrote: > > > Right, I think Gencon UK 2001 for me. If you check the web-site and the pre-registration form, today is teh deadline for fax'd forms, etc. Go and DL it, print it and fax it now, to ensure not having to Q up for hours on end before getting your tickets. BCNU Phil _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Nuge [jessthecatasc@oceanfree.net] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 7:09 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com; Julian Breen Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers >In message <20010809180128.47491.qmail@web20307.mail.yahoo.com>, Andrew >James writes >>Nuge >> >>There are some real lookers there, I still foundly >>remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent the >>whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one piece >>leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto >>heeled boots, and a rain coat. >> >>I wish I had a camera with me >> > >But what if she hadn't shown up on film? Then he would have had to take a clay impression... Visit http://www.oceanfree.net to get your free e-mail account and use our unique Irish Internet directory _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Nuge [jessthecatasc@oceanfree.net] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 8:20 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Gencon UK Ok, my E-mail was all arsewise for the last few hours: but my question remains - anyone i can Blag off for a few nights in London? - The Nuge Visit http://www.oceanfree.net to get your free e-mail account and use our unique Irish Internet directory _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Olle Jonsson [olle.jonsson@kabel.se] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 8:18 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] artist, occultist and geezer Austin Osmas Spare I guess most of the readership, lurkers and others, scour many sources for DG ideas, myself no exception. In the standard "Strange Magazine" area of sources we find the perennial Mr. Fort's Forteantimes.com runs a nice portrait of a perfect CoC dude which can be used as part of a plotline, or as decoy, if need be. The artist, occultist and geezer Austin Osmas Spare is profiled there. http://www.forteantimes.com/articles/144_spare2.shtml Take a look at his art. Very 90s. (If it strikes your fancy: insert tacky timetravel/telepathy across decades plot -- comic book artists from the 90s conversing with crazed magician.) But the account of his life is very nice, that's the real substance of the article. Have a greater day! cheers Olle, Projekt Bandhagen, (Stockholm, Sweden) Apropos Vampire larpers? Naah. "Gycklarjävlar" as we say in Swedish. _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Stango [jstanley@echoman.com] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 8:33 AM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: [DG] CoC & Delta-Green in the Metro Detoit Area I am looking to join or start a gaming group. I am an experienced GM and player. Weekends or weekdnights is not a problem. Please contact me offlist if you are interested. _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Olle Jonsson [olle.jonsson@kabel.se] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 8:52 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] more on Spare Fulltext of Spare's volume, which he published after his break with Crowley's own, post-Golden Dawn, occultist group Argenteum Astrum. Spare was kicked out, of course. Short notes (culled from article in previous posting): - favoured automatic drawing a decade before the Surrealists - served during the Great War - psychically-oriented magical methods - hated the fashions of modern art - mentioned that he was sometimes possessed by the spirit of William Blake - attempted "apportation", i.e. the production of a material object from thin air There is a nice story about a performance of "apportation" in the article (which any Keeper can make Mythos explanations for at will). THE BOOK OF PLEASURE (SELF-LOVE): THE PSYCHOLOGY OF ECSTASY. by Austin Osman Spare http://www.brainwashed.com/nww/words/pleasure.html I guess the thing is chock-full of semi-intelligent shit, but thresh the thing with your minds and I guess you can make connections with your Mythos. The DG connection is weaker, but as hand-out material for red herring stories, his book will come up just fine. Olle, Projekt Bandhagen, Stockholm, Sweden ps. small typo in previous email's Subject line, the middle name is "Osman". _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of bolide@mars.ark.com Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 9:14 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: Re: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art) Dave, The work around on this one is to just archive these articles and tidbits anyway, bundle them up in a zip file and then deliver them when one of the list members asks me personally. Nothing wrong with sharing research notes right? I think the benefits of this method of storage and transmission outweighs the risks. Besides, I too hate deadlinks, and you can always add more grist to the zip mill as I find it. Cheers, Don Original Message: ----------------- From: David A. Farnell 1639556911@jcom.home.ne.jp Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 14:05:16 +0900 To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art) RE: (c) (was RE: [DG] Victim of the Art)From: Gatten, Marshall >>>However, there should be no problem in posting a list of links to each article, and you can even give a summary of each so people know which ones they'd be interested in clicking.<<< Problem--some news providers only keep articles at the original URL for a few days. After that, you click the link and get a "404--File Not Found." You'd have to keep the list of links updated often, or you're going to have a ton of dead links. Dave _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ -------------------------------------------------------------------- Mail2Web - Check your email from the web at http://www.mail2web.com/ . _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of David Rodemaker [dar@horusinc.com] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 9:53 AM To: Delta-Green Mailing List Subject: [DG] What else is on the ship??? http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/world/americas/newsid_1482000/1482337.stm The scuttled Mary Celeste has been found... David _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Chris Womack [jcwomack@earthlink.net] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 11:40 AM To: deltagreen revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] op:dg RPG Conventions Amazing. The list is only newly resurrected (thank the GOOs that CO Christopher keeps a supply of its essential saltes on hand!), and already we're being treated to off-topic crap like the below (quoted in its entirety to make the case). Guys, please? I'd hate to see the list devolve to ye liveliest awfullnesse. C Chris Womack jcwomack@earthlink.net Keeper of the DGML (Re'td.); COOF #0 on 8/9/01 2:58 PM, John Petherick at jpetheri@cyberbeach.net wrote: >> -----Original Message----- >> From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com >> [mailto:owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com]On Behalf Of Andrew James >> Sent: August 9, 2001 8:55 AM >> To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com >> Subject: [DG] op:dg RPG Conventions >> >> >> Very True, just watch out for those Pesky KIds (TM) >> who also hang around these conventions. >> >> Though your comment about the cosyumnes is quitre >> correct, especially what some of the female Vampire >> LARPers wear (or rather fail to wear). >> >> Andrew >> > > Or, if leather push-up bras are more to your taste, female Klingons. > > However, I once attended a Trek convention where the best looking female > character was a trnasvestite dressed as Nurse Chappell. > > _______________________________________ > The Delta Green Mailing List > http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ > _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Khorne [khorne@cyberlink.bc.ca] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 12:59 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Vampire LARPers What is a 'LARP'? Low Altitude Reconnaissance Patrol? ">>There are some real lookers there, I still foundly >>remember the one I saw at Loughborough who spent the >>whole day of the vampire LARP Dressed in a one piece >>leopard skin swimming costume, thigh high stiletto >>heeled boots, and a rain coat." _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Gatten, Marshall [marshall@fusionone.com] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 1:17 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] too quiet... here's some interesting news... >http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20010808/ts/cia_fire_dc_4.html My favorite part: ``It's largely smoke damage, but there is a lot of it,'' CIA spokesman Bill Harlow said. ``It's early, but we think it may be closer to $1 million,'' he said of the damage estimate. Earlier, Thrower had estimated the damage at $100,000. What an amazingly simple way to get an extra $890,000 in funding. Talk about how it REALLY needs a million bucks to get the work done, get it done at the original accurate estimate of $100,000, and pay the contractor an extra $10,000 to show receipts totalling $1 million. Viola: $890,000 slush fund. From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Rayburn, Russell E. [RERayburn@cmhmetro.net] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 1:43 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] too quiet... here's some interesting news... First, welcome to the wonderful world of contracting! ;-) Second, this is a great way for players to get the Green Box From Hell (TM)... with the added bonus of future plot hooks. Think about Inspector General visits, internal agency audits, etc. You'd need to tailor the inspectors to your players agency, but the General Accounting Office ( http://www.gao.gov ) can be a good foil. -----Original Message----- From: Gatten, Marshall [mailto:marshall@fusionone.com] Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 2:17 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] too quiet... here's some interesting news... >http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20010808/ts/cia_fire_dc_4.html My favorite part: ``It's largely smoke damage, but there is a lot of it,'' CIA spokesman Bill Harlow said. ``It's early, but we think it may be closer to $1 million,'' he said of the damage estimate. Earlier, Thrower had estimated the damage at $100,000. What an amazingly simple way to get an extra $890,000 in funding. Talk about how it REALLY needs a million bucks to get the work done, get it done at the original accurate estimate of $100,000, and pay the contractor an extra $10,000 to show receipts totalling $1 million. Viola: $890,000 slush fund. _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/