From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Nerva Vels [nerva.ramos@verizon.net] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:06 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Answer? Seems something is awry with the list, fellas. I've not received a thing for more than 24 hours, until the current two tests and Stango's question - and no, Stango, your part three did not post. nana nervy > From: Stango > Subject: [DG] Question > > Did Part III of my story A good book is hard to come by post? I sent it > yeresteday....and never saw it post....anybody get it? if no, ill repost. > > Stango _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Rayburn, Russell E. [RERayburn@cmhmetro.net] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:07 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] Question If you did post it, I missed it... -----Original Message----- From: Stango [mailto:jstanley@echoman.com] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:59 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: [DG] Question Did Part III of my story A good book is hard to come by post? I sent it yeresteday....and never saw it post....anybody get it? if no, ill repost. Stango _______________________________________ 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 Andy Robertson [andywrobertson@clara.co.uk] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:56 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Fiction: A Good Book is Hard to Come By, Part III One point of criticism which I will put onlist is this: there is too much backstory here. We don't need so much or so detailed a description of the characters' appearance, sexual attractiveness ratings, professional history, etc. A good rule for short stories, I believe, is to cut out everything that is not directly relevant to the plot. That allows the reader to imagine themselves in the place of the characters more easily. However, I am enjoying this story! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Stango" To: "Delta Green (E-mail)" _______________________________________ 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: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:48 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Re: Letters from nowhere Again reposting . . http://www.nature.com/nsu/011108/011108-4.html An odd meditation on the necessity of coincidence. Our ability to recognize patterns might help us to navigate the world and distinguish friend from foe, but it also makes us liable to discern faces in the rock shadows on Mars. Yet there is no denying it - the patterns in a mixture of chemicals reported by two researchers spell out the letters of the Roman alphabet. This is a chaotic chemical system which produces pictures like the Roman capitals. Pure coincidence: or is there a hint of a linkage beween cosmic reality and the Imperium Romana here? I know what HPL would have said. The Glove Cleaner _______________________________________ 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: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:10 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com; William Timmins Subject: [DG] Re: night and silence who is there?? MJ-12 again. Here is a repost of a short note I sent out yesterday, and did not see back from the server.. Also, Will Timmins mailed me, saying he had resubscribed after a long interval but had heard nothing - - - heads up, Will . . . The Glove Cleaner ----- Original Message ----- From: "Andy Robertson" To: ; Sent: Sunday, November 04, 2001 2:25 PM Subject: Doomsday clock I have heard a rumor that the Doomsday Clock is about to be reset closer to midnight. Anyone heard more? Nice to contrast the Doomsday Clock with the Clock Of The Long Now .. .. http://www.longnow.org/ http://www.bullatomsci.org/clock.html _______________________________________ 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: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:54 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Answer? ----- Original Message ----- From: "Nerva Vels" > Seems something is awry with the list, fellas. > > I've not received a thing for more than 24 hours, until the current two > tests and Stango's question - and no, Stango, your part three did not post. > > nana nervy Nothing much happened. Davide doesn't have to worry about that treatise anymore since he was arrested for thought crimes by the Ministry of Culture. We're all looking forward to his jailhouse manifesto. I doubt they'll hold him for more than a few decades, since he's familiar with rocks and all. I'm sending him a Rita Hayworth poster, but he'll have to get his own rock hammer. Everyone send him cigarettes. He doesn't smoke, but they're like money in there. Graeme has flu-like symptoms, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Andy told us that trephination is highly over-rated and more expensive than you'd think. SuperDave sent a highly informative overview of the vending machine used panty subculture. No URLs though. I hope he cross-posted to Kurotokage. Ed Lipsett gave us the 411 on tentacle sex hentai. No URLs though. Eckhard finally got the Giger office suite. The filing cabinet shoved an ovipositor down his throat and he's expecting a fax machine any day now. Shane still won't come back. Michael Layne became a professional Morris dancer and insists on being referred to as Overlord of the Dance. ANDREA has been dispatched. MiB finally came out, and I think we should all give him our support. His gig as the newest Teletubbie, Stinky Winky, promises to be, uh, interesting. Mark McFadden _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Michael Layne [theherald@hotmail.com] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:38 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Answer? On 6 November 2001, Nerva Vels wrote: >Seems something is awry with the list, fellas. > >I've not received a thing for more than 24 hours, until the current two >tests and Stango's question - and no, Stango, your part three did not post. > >nana nervy Something seems to be up! Is it any coincidence that this happened shortly after some of our speculation on the Illuminati, Majestic, and Conspiracy Theory? Probably -- as there also seems to be a slowdown (to say the least) over on the GURPS List, and traffic on the AEthelmearc List seems to be down (following a small flamewar between pagans and others with rival conspiracy theories). Some possibilities: 1. CARNIVORE is doing a decent job, except that its interception of anything sounding suspiscious to its too-liberal guidelines is slowing the Internet down, and "accidentally" deleting a lot of traffic! This will soon correct itself as the Company and the Pentagon realize that most of their own traffic is being tagged by it as "suspiscious"....:) 2. It's everybody's favorite Supervillain (tm), ol' Osama Bin Laden, in his Secret Hideout (tm), the Osamacave (tm) in darkest Afghanistan! Laughing maniacally, he peers at a computer monitor (never mind where did he plug the computer in...), overseeing his latest assuault on the civilized world! "HAHAHAHAHA!" (The Evil Mastermind School he attended had a special 200-level course on Evil Laughter...) "Delta Green thinks it can hide behind the facade of a simple RPG and mailing list, but _I_ know they are actually a branch of the infidel conspiracy (tm) against Me! They shall be My next target, as I take My holy war (tm) to Cyberspace (tm)! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" And, from over the Mastermind's shoulder, Narly watches and grins.... 3. The MiB is doing it, though it isn't really his fault! It's his computer, you see! Ever since the minor problems with his computer, he has been seeking a new one... And now some penguins down near the Ross Ice shelf offered him one they had "found" in an old abandoned polar base with lots of swastikas decorating the place. He thinks its main problems are the Stuka screen-saver and how it always plays "Deutschland" over the speakers while booting up... He does not yet realize that the nefarious AI in the ex-Karotechia machine has its own evil designs, and has been making covert attacks on DGML messages! 4. The SIRCAM virus has attained sentience, possibly through contact with Mythos Fractals from [CLASSIFIED]! As the DGML survived an attack by it awhile back, and warned its members, Delta Green is on SIRCAM's list for neutralization! 5. (my personal favorite) Deep in cyberspace, the great Cthulhu lies dreaming. Today he ate the DGML messages -- tomorrow the entire Internet!! Michael Layne DGGF#688 theherald@hotmail.com "Your planet just got blown up. How do you feel?" -- 22nd century reporter _________________________________________________________________ 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 Eckhard Huelshoff [EHuelshoff@t-online.de] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 12:44 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Hel-lo? Hello! We're back? The Lizard King schrieb: > [Begin 'No Time For Sergeants' hommage] > > Hel-lo? > pwit! pwit! (THUMP) > HEL-LO-O? > pwit! (THUMP) > > Mark McFadden > > > _______________________________________ > 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 Jussi Marttila [velcrokf@hotmail.com] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 8:48 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] A monstrous list of books Announcement for anyone who has a huge amount of excess cash: During the last six months, I've had read through the archives a second time in order to compile a list of books which may or may not be useful for Delta Green Keepers. Suffice to say that this list is huge and has according to my calculations more than 300 books listed. Almost all books which have been mentioned on the List have made it into the file. Some very obvious works have been left out (like Lovecraft and the Delta Green core books). Also, I've added some of my personal favorites which haven't been mentioned on the list. ISBN.s are provided whenever I got my hands on one. Anyhow, this file might be useful to anyone who has loads of money and time to read. Mail me off-list and I'll send you a copy. Jussi, has to get a job in order to raise the money for buying these works "Memes don't exist. Go tell your friends." _________________________________________________________________ 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 Crossingham, Adam [Adam.Crossingham@markelintl.com] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 9:30 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com; 'DGMLbackup@yahoogroups.com' Subject: [DG] The Dead List Sketch A mailer enters a mailing list. Mailer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint. (The Mailing List does not respond.) M: 'Ello, Miss? Mailing List: What do you mean "miss"? M: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint! ML: We're closin' for lunch. M: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this mailing list what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique. ML: Oh yes, the, uh, the Delta Green Mailing List... What's,uh...What's wrong with it? M: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it! ML: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting. M: Look, matey, I know a dead mailing list when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now. ML: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable beast, the Delta Green Mailing List, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage! ==== Anyone know what's up with the DGML? It's nearly two whole days without messages and my replies aren't showing up either.... -- Adam Crossingham _______________________________________ 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: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 1:22 PM To: Delta Green (E-mail) Subject: [DG] Fiction: A Good Book is Hard to Come By, Part III Hope this posts..... Have at it, and as always.....be gentle.....I'm fragile.....;-) (Really part 5 -- but it seems I'm bent on confusing people) Agent Miller rounded the corner of the hall and proceeded down the stark white corridor to the room where Detective Gail Marshall sat, head in hands, sobbing. There were two uniformed officers outside the door, obviously alert and suspiciously watching the lanky fellow approaching them. Miller was a field agent with the Reno office of the FBI, leading a somewhat humdrum career. His specialty was forensic psychology, and he had a knack for understanding the proclivities of the derranged. He could keep a cool head when dealing with the most irrational people, and had a knack for crosswords. The credentials on his lapel said that he was Bill Buchannan, Michigan State Police Psychologist and Tactical Forensic Liason. He smiled a bit to himself as he remembered Agent Mike handing the tag to him, and chiding him for not making the title just a little longer. His name was neither Miller, or Bill Buchannan, but he was a field agent in the Reno office. His glasses were fakes and his hair was a few shades darker than normal, and he wore shoes with heels that unobtrusivley added an extra inch to his height. He would most likely not even be recognized by a colleague from his own office if he were to pass them in the hallway. He worked for the FBI, but his real work lay outside the lines of normal federal employment. He had been recruited shortly after his fisrt big case, by an organization that operates in the shadows of our government, an organization some call Delta Green. It was during that case some three years ago that he had seen some things he would have before thought not possible. Things that had left bigger men wetting themselves like babies. His demeanor had hardened a lot since them. During the subsequent series of cases he had been involved in, he had lost two colleagues. One currently resided in the Vermont State Hospital for the Crimminally Insane. The other, well the pieces that were recovered anyway, rested at the Fox Hills, just outside of Reno. He showed the officers his ID and after a short conversation, opened the door and entered the room. "Detective Marshall?" he asked softly as he entered the room. She looked up, the pain in her eyes like a blister, hurting. "Hi, I'm Dr. Buchannan, from the State Police." He stated as he moved across the room towards an open chair across from her. "Mind if I sit down?" "I don't care" she said, looking down at her hands. "I understand...." He began, but was interrupted by her. "Look, I'm not crazy and I don't care what that greasy fuck from IAD says." She softly but firmly spoke, never looking at him. Naslund from Internal Affairs had been in earlier to get her statement. The whole time she talked, he was looking at her body, she could feel his eyes groping her. She had remembered the first time he had asked her out, and how she told him no, politley at first, finally threatening to break his nose, and to tell his wife if he kept bugging her about it. "I gotta find out what happened" She moved to get up, but he stood up and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Doctor, you should move that before you lose it" She spit out, her voice was strong, but her body was shaking slightly. She reached back with one hand to hold onto the arm rest of the chair, while moving to grab his hand with her other. He relinquished his grip before she could complete the manuever. "Look, I'm sorry Detective." He said, sensing that it would be best to play to her strengths in this situation. "I just want to help you find out what happened." "I told them what happened, and I don't feel like repeating it again and again to every five minutes" she said tiredly, sitting back down. Waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, she said, "I'm sure you have a copy of my statement." "Well let me see if I've got it straight," he paused, lighting a cigarette, putting the copy of the statement in the crook of his arm. He looked at the cigarette, and then at her, "You want one?" He asked. "Why not," she replied, reaching for one, letting him light it for her. "So you and you partner, were investigating a murder that happened in Southfield," he stated. "The husband was taken to this hospital because he was delerious and raving." She nodded her head in assention. "You get here to question him and, "he paused "Something attacks and kills your partner, and then the suspect, and then disappears without anyone else seeing it, is that about right?" He asked. He cleared his throat and glanced from the paper to her. She looked at him, searching his eyes for signs of mockery or disbelief. She saw nothing, only a kind of detached compassion, the kind you see on soldiers faces as they lament about their fallen brethren. "Yes, it is" she said flatly. Dragging on the cigarette, she thought about the shitty taste of them. She only had ever smoked when around Allan, and now it seemed as if she could feel him in the room, maybe existing fleetingly inside the halo of the smoke around her head. That was fine with her. Through her years of being his partner, she had grown to love him. Love him in a deeper way than most of the realtionships of her life, including that of her father. She wondered as she looked at this doctor, if she hadn't done it to spite her father, who she had never really been close to. She subconsciously shrugged her shoulders, and waited for the doctor to assail her with commentary about her statements. "Okay, then at least I've got everything." He looked at her, he could see her eyes clearing up, and see the strength returning to her face as she studied his. "Huh, ?" She asked, a questioning look on her face. "That's everything, right ?" He asked, not bothering to explain himself. "Yes, it is." She said. "Do you have the book?" He asked. "No, Allan had it, I don't remember what he said he did with it." She replied. "If you happen across it, can you do me a favor and call me at this number." He said, handing her a card. "Oh, and I wouldn't read it if I were you." "Why shouldn't I read it?" She asked, confusion on her face. He paused, looking into her face. She could see the lie coming before he spoke it. "Because it's evidence, and I would hate for any latent prints or forensic material to become corrupted or destroyed by mistake, wouldn't you" "Thank you for your time, Detective. For what it's worth, I'm going to recommend to your department that you be allowed to return to work as soon as the appropriate administrative leave expires to cover the investigation." He said, reaching out to shake her hand. She felt the warmth of his it, and smiled at him for the first time. "Thank you doctor," she said as she watched him leave the room. 6. "Yea, it looks like Albequerque all right" Agent Miller said, speaking into his cell phone in the basement of the garage of the hospital. "And there's a survivor?" The voice on the phone said. "Yup, not like the Johnson incident though, where the survivor was left drooling and babbling. This woman is tough, she knows what she saw. She seems to accept what happened as easily as if her partner bought it during a shootout." "Really," The voice paused, then asked "Does she have the book?". "She says no, but I need to find out which car is hers so I can check it out. Her partner would have left it there, seeing as they came right from the crime scene" "Five minutes, I'll call back" The voice stated, then hung up. He lit another cigarette and closed his eyes. Nowadays, concentrating on anything was very easy for Miller. There were no games in his life anymore. He had had closed himself off from relationships, he was not interested in forming them with anyone outside of the small group of people he helped save the world with. Even then, he had to be very careful, he'd seen too many people die, or worse, fall victim to the very same plague he was trying to rid the world of. He found it hard to remember the last date he had been on. He shook the thought out of his head and analyzed the problem. First he had to get the book. If she had read, or even opened the book, she could be in some serious danger. The book, was published as part of a sequence of ten books, in the early part of this century by an obscure house that quickly folded afterwords. The book, and it's siblings became sort of a nasty occult chain letter. With each reading of any of them, a certain amount of energy would be stored inside the very pages of the book, and when enough of this had been accumulated, weird things would begin to happen. Traces though the past owners of five of the tomes had revealed a series of unusual events thoughout the past sixty years. From reports of hauntings, to several cases of gruesome murders. As the decades passed, the events grew more severe, but less frequent as the books travelled between heirs, or buyers stored them in unread collections. With the ease of e-commerce, interested parties from all over the world can purchase rare works from others, with a minimun of delay and cost, thus dispersing these literary tumors easily. M Cell had been tasked with rounding them up and delivering them over for proper disposal. Simply shredding the book or burning it could result in serious problems. They had encountered this when they got the first one, last spring. Agent Michael had purchased on of them from e-bay and after it arrived called Miller to let him know he was going to get rid of it in the basement furnace. The explosion was so powerful, that the apartment building building he lived in was almost leveled, and had to be condemend. The only thing the investigators ever found of Agent Michael was a partial bridge he had gotten for his front teeth after his college hockey days, and his left shoe. His reverie was interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. "Miller" He waited "Blue Chrystler Sebring, Michigan EWT 995" The voice paused. "After retrieiving the book, keep an eye on our survivor for a few days. Contact Mayes and Marcus to provide support. This woman may be useful to our cause." The line went dead. "Righty-oh" He said to the disconnected phone, and started the car. "Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted." -Albert Einstein Stango Senior Web Developer The Echo Group 734-352-2136 ^ ^ ¤ ¤ ) /___\ _______________________________________ 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: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 8:50 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] The Dead List Sketch Nice sketch, but AFAIK it's been working for me. David > -----Original Message----- > From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com > [mailto:owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com]On Behalf Of Crossingham, Adam > Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 9:30 AM > To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com; 'DGMLbackup@yahoogroups.com' > Subject: [DG] The Dead List Sketch > > > A mailer enters a mailing list. > > Mailer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint. > > (The Mailing List does not respond.) > > M: 'Ello, Miss? > > Mailing List: What do you mean "miss"? > > M: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint! > > ML: We're closin' for lunch. > > M: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this mailing > list what > I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique. > > ML: Oh yes, the, uh, the Delta Green Mailing List... What's,uh...What's > wrong with it? > > M: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's > wrong with it! > > ML: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting. > > M: Look, matey, I know a dead mailing list when I see one, and I'm looking > at one right now. > > ML: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable beast, the Delta > Green Mailing List, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage! > > ==== > > Anyone know what's up with the DGML? It's nearly two whole days without > messages and my replies aren't showing up either.... > > -- > Adam Crossingham > > _______________________________________ > 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 ialdaloboth *genzundheit!* [ialdaloboth@hotmail.com] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 9:14 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] (OT) Wraith Project Update (I sent this earlier, but the list ate it. Oops) Some of you may know me as me. Some of you may also know that I'm the webmaster for - and a contributor to - The Wraith Project http://www.pondside.com/wraith which is a monthly webmagazine for White Wolf's Wraith: the Oblivion. The game itself is defunct and out of print, but no game is dead so long as it has fans. And that's us. Yes, it's Pale Puppy. A look at what's there might not shake some of you from your bias against the company, its fans or what have you. It may only magnify them. Some of the writing and artwork is fairly good, some of it isn't half-bad and some of it is... not so good. Being an amateur effort, we take all fishes, and some of them - quite frankly - stink. I wouldn't waste list bandwidth with this announcement, under normal circumstances... except that this is 'dark month,' where we're looking at mad ghosts known as 'spectres,' the things they get up to and the labyrinth in which they dwell. Some of you ladies and gentlemen might be interested in such things, given our mutual tastes. Do drop on by, if you're so inclined. The address is http://www.pondside.com/wraith One last plug: the 'bible' for Spectres - 'Dark Reflection: Spectres', written by COC veteran Richard Watts - has just been re-issued for sale by White Wolf, direct from their web site (http://www.white-wolf.com). This was a 1st ed Wraith book, long out of print and sought after. Folks were willing to pay up to $90 on Ebay for a tattered copy; Now you can see what all the fuss was about. (To be honest, I like the book for its informational value, but it isn't the greatest thing since sliced bread that some make it out to be. And I hate to say that, since I normally like Watts' stuff. But you never know - you might find it useful, or inspirational) J. _________________________________________________________________ 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 Shane Ivey [shane@revolutionsf.com] Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 10:47 PM To: DGML Subject: [DG] Adm. Inman appearance "Black Triangle," by Steve "Atom" Aylett, with images by Shannon "Too Much Coffee Man" Wheeler: a somewhat lighter side of the UFO phenomenon. "Since the first time he'd scared a civilian, Inman had known this was a business in which a blank eye or a sharp chin could be required at a moment's notice. He had his career." http://www.revolutionsf.com/article/592.html [ObDG: The Admiral WAS in Majestic, wasn't he?] Shane "Can't Write Like Those Guys, Dammit" Ivey Producer, RevolutionSF _______________________________________ 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: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 1:12 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] The Codex Seraphianus Forwarded from a Friendly Little comfort, I fear. This Tome will take your beer money. The Glove Cleaner ----- Original Message ----- At 08:38 PM 11/6/01 -0000, Andy R. wrote: >Anyone able to recommend a supplier of this exotic volume??? I got Ned's two spare copies long ago. Fair warning; you are NOT going to find a cheap copy of this book. Expect to pay anywhere from $200 to $500 for it. I'm not kidding; the demand for this one far exceeds the supply. (Standard disclaimers apply - you may find one tomorrow for $5 in a thrift tore, but don't hold your breath.) Bud _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Dave Farnell [superdave@jcom.home.ne.jp] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 2:15 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] [Challenge 2] Change in Batting Lineup Good to see the DGML back up. OK, I just got word from the MiB that he's doing poorly, and wants to be taken out of the lineup. (Typical for the MiBstah, no details, so no idea whether it's another stroke or he just has a bad cold.) Anyway, my apologies for the delay. Next up for the Challenge, then, is Jussi Marttila, who needs to write his chapter quickly before he heads off to serve in the Finnish military, where he will bravely defend his nation from...well, I'm not really sure. Hey, I got it on good authority they use genetically altered attack-trained reindeer. You'd have to be crazy to attack Finland. The revised list is below with the addition of a couple of latecomers who talked me into letting them in. Jussi, your chapter is due November 14 (my time--Nov. 13 for the Western hemisphere). Dave *** Challenge from Beyond 2: List of Contributors Prologue: Dave "Chaucerwatch" Farnell Chapter 1: Jussi "the Mad Finn" Marttila Chapter 2: Eckhard "Lawyer of Love" Huelshoff Chapter 3: J. Edward "ialdaloboth *genzundheit!*" Chapter 4: Arjun "Wunderkind" Roy Chapter 5: Andrew John Farrow Chapter 6: David "Nocstar" Shepherd Chapter 7: Jay "Til Eulenspiegel" Dugger Chapter 8: Thom "Pallid Mask" Ryng Chapter 9: David "Skywise" Clements Chapter 10: Paul Michael Janousek Chapter 11: Nerva "Nervy" Vels Chapter 12: Ross "Not Ron" Howard Chapter 13: Chris "Don't Take Any Wooden" Nichols Chapter 14: Phil "Emerald Hammer" Ward Chapter 15: Julian "Big Jules" Breen Chapter 16: Tolga Yanasik Chapter 17: John "Stango" Stanley Chapter 18: The Nuge Chapter 19: AC "DC" Marcy Chapter 20: Yossi Gurvitz Chapter 21: Davide "Dr Dee" Mana Chapter 22: Shannon Chapter 23: Graeme Price Chapter 24: Marshall "Hands" Gatten Chapter 25: "Spanish John" Chapter 26: Nick "Harvey" Brownlow Chapter 27: Frank "The Quiet Man" Adams Chapter 28: Mark "The Lizard King" McFadden MIA, again: Kenneth "MiB" Scroggins _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Crossingham, Adam [Adam.Crossingham@markelintl.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:06 AM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] Ronin Davide Mana wrote: > This certainly needs working on. > Maybe those good guys in The Black Seal might be interested.... > [wink wink - nudge nudge] The Black Seal would be very interested in receiving a manuscript concerning ronin agents... Issue two will be a PISCES special so a fishy orientation to the writing earns bonus points, but it's not really necessary as an examination of rogue DG, SV-8 and PISCES agents will do nicely. Rich text format (.rtf) files to subs@theblackseal.org or the address above. You get a free copy of the magazine in return for your work, and retain the copyright. -- Adam Crossingham Editor The Black Seal _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of jessthecatasc@eircom.net Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:49 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Answer? MiB finally came out, and I think we should all give him our support. His > gig as the newest Teletubbie, Stinky Winky, promises to be, uh, interesting. Finally? So that's what that 5 month bender was about. Oh dear. The Islands will never be the same. _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of jessthecatasc@eircom.net Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:52 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Fiction: A Good Book is Hard to Come By, Part III So far, i've only recieved this latest part. Anyone do me a favour and post the previous two to me please? _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of jessthecatasc@eircom.net Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:55 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] List is back up > Or maybe a re-release of the friggin' movie on the big > screen. I'd heard in January they were re-releasing > 2001 in October of this year. ummm, they released in in July here. And we're positively backwater (American Psycho two months after UK, which was 6-8 weeks after the US). I tripped during the stargate sequence. Or perhaps it was the out-of-date Jelly Babies I was eating. Me wonders. Definitly a 1d6/1d20 san loss. - the Nuge (down around 22 San at the moment) _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Man in Black [scrogginl001@hawaii.rr.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 5:09 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] Materials From: William Timmins >The Codex Seraphianus (Seraphinianus huh-huh huh-huh, you said "anus" huh-huh http://costello.cnf.cornell.edu/~kevin/Codex/codextoc.html The Man in Black is : Kenneth Scroggins Novus Ordo Seclorum : Annuit Coeptus : E Pluribus Unum http://home.hawaii.rr.com/maninblack/seven/ : [The 7th Chemical] http://www.emerald-hammer.org/ : [EMERALD HAMMER] _______________________________________ 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: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 5:23 AM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: [DG] Fiction: A Good Book is Hard to Come By -- All previous postings Here is the story so far in it's entirety including the last post. The pace of my writing for this has increased steadily, and as such, I should be posting the next part either this evening, or tomorrow morning. Enjoy. A Good Book is Hard to Come By 1. Marcus peered from under the blanket, his body bathed in a sheen of sweat. His shivers almost out of control as he managed a squawk toward the partially ajar door leading to the bathroom. "You fucking get out of here." His eyes rimmed in red, he sprayed spittle on his hand and into the air. "My dog has teeth.....big teeth, he'll get you, even if you can fly" He cackled a bit as he stared at the door. "Big teeth" He muttered. He saw a small flash of color from under the door, glow in a gentle facet off of the hardwood floor. He didn't want to look, but he could not help it. He saw the way the glow seemed to absorb itself into the dark lacquered floor. He could almost see small tendrils of it moving towards the large rug between the door and the bed. His mouth hung open, a dead look glazed his eyes as he was entranced by the luminosity of the thing. If it moved much closer it would be hidden by the outline of the corpse of his wife Betty, that lay in repose on the rug. She appeared to be sleeping, somewhat awkwardly, since her head appeared a bit too small for the body. A more minute assessment would reveal the condition of her skull, a skull that had been smashed in on one side almost to the midline of it. "Tessie, Tessie?" He called for his dog, the one that lay at the foot of the bed, its head turned at an impossible angle. A pool of blood had formed outside its partially opened mouth. A mouth that had tried to bite the thing in the bathroom, and in the process had lost two teeth. His hand moved across his field of view to swat at an imagined insect. He could almost hear it now, massing behind the door. "Come on girl, get up here...I'm scared Tessie" He wondered if he had left her outside. He screamed and buried his head under the blankets sobbing. He sought comfort in saying softly to himself over and over again "Tessie's gonna get you...Tessie's gonna get you...things are gonna be right...Tessie's gonna get you." He thought of the oracle from the movie The Matrix, she had said to Neo, that after he ate the cookie. "You'll see, everything will be right as rain" "Right as rain, right as rain...my ass, TESSIE!!!!" He screamed, "Fucking dog, get your ass in here...come on Tessie" His face burned around his eyes where the tears had run. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the rhyme of it, blocking out all the sounds he might hear. He couldn't help it, he giggled a bit to himself and kept up the soothing mantra. He didn't hear the pounding on the front door; his breathing and chanting seemed to block everything out. 2. The white partylite 3-wick candle burned in the bathroom, bathing the entire room in a gentle glow. A heady, slightly vanilla aroma permeated the room. Its light diffused through the slats of the blinds on the small window. It wrapped the area in a blanket of warmness. The sink still dripped a bit, its porcelain cracked a bit where Mrs. Johnson's head had slammed into it. There was a blood droplet pattern on the tiles and wall next to the sink as well as a mixture of big and small drops, leading out of the room. There were small clumps of fur on the floor in the corner as well as two canine teeth next to the magazine stand. Their roots could be seen attached with a bit of gristled mouth flesh hanging off the side, slowly drying out. On top of the magazine stand, laying opened to page thirty-two was Charles Hoods' immortal and highly controversial "Fantasies of Depravity" of which Marcus had been reading when the attack occurred. A picture on the left page, above the text was an archaic symbol of some sort. It appeared to glow softly under the gentle candlelight. The image on the next page depicted a bewildered man in his thirties hiding under a cover of some type. Upon closer examination, a reader might become a bit suspicious as to why the image of the man could look so much like that of the man hiding under the covers just a room away. Especially since the book had been penned some 83 years earlier. The current story was titled, "The Pains of Proclamation" and told of a man deeply interested in the happenings of the universe beyond that of normal ken. It spoke of the barrier that exists between another side of reality and ours and how, sometimes that partition can be thinned to the point of permeance. It described certain mathematical equations and probabilities that could, theoretically be manipulated to allow temporary passage to this other side. The man, a Mr. Jessup Waite was a dabbler in things outré, and had succeeded, at least partially in removing the natural constraints, in place for untold millennia. He developed a series of formulae that could, if properly displayed in the correct order and during certain astrological events open the gateway to this beyond realm. To Mr. Waite's disdain, before he could steel himself with the resolve necessary to undertake the expedition, something came through the hole and killed his manservant and maid. The thing then returned to its origins, apparently sated. 3. "You wanna run that by me again?" Detective Marshall asked, sitting herself on the front porch of the Johnson house. She looked at her partner, Allan with a smile on her face. He sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Look, the patrol car sent to investigate the noises says he and his partner saw something on the roof of the house. It was raining, but they both say the same thing, and you know Gancy and Mekes...they've never come off as flaky before. It just happened that they were around the corner from here doing neighborhood patrol when the call came in. They said it was big, and when it moved it gave off colors....that's how they noticed it. Said when it moved, it left a sort of trail where it had been." "Yea, but where did it go." She asked, "I mean there were no footprints, right?" "Yea, they said it dropped off the side of the house away from them, but there is no evidence that it ever landed on the ground. By the time they got around the house it was gone." He paused, lighting another cigarette. "He said he had been reading a story on the pot, when whatever it is came out of the book or something and attacked. Something about math and a hole or something. I've got the book he was talking about." "Gail, I don't know what to make of it, but it does fit with what the husband is saying, well, when he's not babbling that is. That guy is really lucky, I mean if those officers had not been so close, they probably wouldn't have seen it, and we'd be locking him up for sure. As it is, I don't know what the fuck to do." Marcus Johnson had needed to be sedated and removed in restraints from the house. Uninjured, he was taken directly to Baptist Wellness Center for psychiatric evaluation. "It seemed to me that the guy didn't even know they were dead, he kept calling to the dog, saying he had left her outside." "What about evidence?" Marshall asked. "He had blood spray on the side of his face consistent with his statement that he was on the shitter when it happened." He stopped, put the butt out on the heel of his shoe and put it in his pocket. "I mean, If he had done her and the dog, how would the blood get like that just on one side of his face." Lighting another smoke. "Yea, good point....Of course, he could have washed it off. Does the blood type match the wife?" She asked. "Preliminary matching indicated a positive on the wife. There were also some clumps of fur taken off the floor. Now, the dog had light brown hair, but one of the clumps is black and a lot longer than the dogs. Don't know what that means. Fuck, I'm tired" "So..." she sighed "We've got a man who claims to have been taking a crap and reading a book, when something appeared and killed his wife and his dog, but left him unscathed." "I gotta go with my gut on this one and say that we're missing something." She stated, "Give me one of those," she asked, motioning towards the Marlboro's. "Either this dickhead is nuts, and killed them, or he offed them and is acting nuts, or a prowler or some psycho entered the house and did them, and was scared away by the patrol. Maybe he got away by getting on the roof, and was wearing some type of shiny coat that reflected colors like the guys said." "I mean our guys have missed evidence before. I bet right now, on the other side of the house there are two, one-foot deep holes in the garden where this guys jumped from. His fucking shoes are probably still in the bottom of them." "Yea, except for one thing Gail, I looked myself. Now I may miss a shell casing or hair fiber once and a while, but I'm not gonna overlook a couple of impact prints from some bonehead jumping from a 20 foot high roof. Also there is no direct access from the house to the roof." He smiled at her. "Look, lets go see if we can talk to this joker before they tranquilize him into next week. Maybe we can wrap this up tonight." 4. Eyes closed. His soft breathing rose and fell like the tides. A swimming feeling, a soft swaying calm. Following the splendorous silence, Marcus Johnson maneuvered with ease through the folds of his subconscious. The pain of the previous hours occurrences ran away like tiny rivulets. He slept very soundly, really for maybe the first time in his grown up life. He rested in a room with four padded walls, a padded floor and a simple reinforced steel frame bed. The ceiling was fourteen feet above his sleeping form. The door was padded on the inside and locked. The light from the moon filtered through the skylight above the center of the room. It provided all the light the room had. A muffled clanking could be heard from outside the room, as the door was unlocked. Inside stepped two figures. Both were dressed in sport coats and slacks. The smaller of the two was female; her brown shoulder length hair was drawn up behind her head in a tight bun. Her fair skin was almost unblemished, and it would be until you look into her eyes that you would think her very out of place in such attire, and in such a profession. Her eyes, a piercing, almost slate-blue were the eyes of someone who had seen all that horrors that she imagined the world could throw her way, and could easily cope with any of them. Under her clothes, her body was kept in very good shape, a benefit of an almost religious exercise program. She could press almost two hundred pounds with her legs, could curl forty easily, and would turn many heads if she walked down the beach with a bikini on. Her muscles were not very evident; it looked more like she was just very toned. Along with physical fitness, she was a self-defense savant. Her skills had earned her the admiration of many of her colleagues, and more than a few commendations from the department cheeses. Her quick, decisive actions had diffused many potentially deadly situations, sometimes very painfully for the perps. Her years on the job, first as a patrol officer, and then as a junior detective had hardened her psyche, much more than even that of her partner, who was working on his last few years before retirement, and who now had less than five minutes to live. "So this is Marcus Johnson" Gail Marshall said, as she walked around the side of the bed towards the head of it. She could still feel some tuna caught between her back teeth from the melt she had over at Kay's Kitchen before coming over to Baptist. She worked at it with her tongue, looking at the man's face that lay before her. "Yep", Allan answered. "Doctor says he should be waking up soon, and we can talk to him, at least until or if he goes nuts again." "Good, I wanna close this thing out." She said, thinking about the fitness club she would be visiting later. A gentle hum began from somewhere in the middle of the room, it built very slowly in intensity, at first not noticeable to the occupants. As it increased in volume it sounded remarkably similar to the humming evidenced by an electrical transformer on a pole late in a silent evening. "What is that?" Allan asked, moving closer to Gail, peering over her shoulder at the man asleep before them. "Sounds like its right up there" she said, pointing to an area about four feet above Marcus Johnson. An increasingly severe vibration, that made their bones seem to shake in their sockets, now accompanied the sound. She looked over at Allan had the same bewilderment on his face that she did. Gail felt wetness on her upper lip, and looked down to see blood flowing from her nose. She yelped, a sound not even audible above the din, and backed away from the table. In the process of doing so, her left foot caught her right ankle and she went down backwards, her arms flailing as she cried out in surprise. When her ass hit the floor two things happened in almost immediate succession. A burst of lights of the strangest colors erupted from the air just a few feet above the now awake man, who lay screaming on the bed. He was thrashing against his restraints and screaming in wild-eyed horror at the thing developing above him. At that moment something passed out of the intensely bright colors that was long and tentacular in shape. In a flash it had extended itself and slammed into Allan's chest with such force that his sternum shattered and the impact drove his body backwards like a rag doll, over Gail and into the wall with a sickening thud. His body crumpled onto the floor, his eyes bulged from their sockets and blood could be seen dripping from his ears, nose and mouth. Gail screamed, stood and instinctively reached for her gun, which was not there. They had checked their weapons at the security desk on the way in. Fuck, she thought as She saw the tentacle retract itself and in one fluid motion punch itself through the front of Marcus Johnson's face. His head popped like a soft grape, and she began to vomit over the front of her clothes. She turned and ran for the door, and began to beat on it screaming to be let out. In the background, the tentacle withdrew back through the schism, and a pop like you might experience in your eardrums was more felt than heard. The door opened, and she rushed out of the room screaming, practically trampling the orderly who had opened it for her. "Get a fucking doctor, open this goddamned gate!!!!" she screamed, her face still covered in her own blood, as well as a bit of the nasty from the unfortunate Mr. Johnson's head. 5. Agent Miller rounded the corner of the hall and proceeded down the stark white corridor to the room where Detective Gail Marshall sat, head in hands, sobbing. There were two uniformed officers outside the door, obviously alert and suspiciously watching the lanky fellow approaching them. Miller was a field agent with the Reno office of the FBI, leading a somewhat humdrum career. His specialty was forensic psychology, and he had an ability for understanding the proclivities of the deranged. He could keep a cool head when dealing with the most irrational people, and had a knack for crosswords. The credentials on his lapel said that he was Bill Buchannan, Michigan State Police Psychologist and Tactical Forensic Liaison. He smiled a bit to himself as he remembered Agent Mike handing the tag to him, and chiding him for not making the title just a little longer. His name was neither Miller, nor Bill Buchannan, but he was a field agent in the Reno office. His glasses were fakes and his hair was a few shades darker than normal, and he wore shoes with heels that unobtrusively added an extra inch to his height. He would most likely not even be recognized by a colleague from his own office if he were to pass them in the hallway. He worked for the FBI, but his real work lay outside the lines of normal federal employment. He had been recruited shortly after his first big case; by an organization that operates in the shadows of our government, an organization some call Delta Green. It was during that case some three years ago that he had seen some things he would have before thought not possible. Things that had left bigger men wetting themselves like babies. His demeanor had hardened a lot since them. During the subsequent series of cases he had been involved in, he had lost two colleagues. One currently resided in the Vermont State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. The other, well the pieces that were recovered anyway, rested at the Fox Hills, just outside of Reno. "Detective Marshall?" he asked softly as he entered the room. She looked up, the pain in her eyes like a blister, hurting. "Hi, I'm Dr. Buchannan, from the State Police." He stated as he moved across the room towards an open chair across from her. "Mind if I sit down?" "I don't care," she said, looking down at her hands. "I understand...." He began, but was interrupted by her. "Look, I'm not crazy and I don't care what that greasy fuck from IAD says." She softly but firmly spoke, never looking at him. Naslund from Internal Affairs had been in earlier to get her statement. The whole time she talked, he was looking at her body, she could feel his eyes groping her. She had remembered the first time he had asked her out, and how she told him no, politely at first, finally threatening to break his nose, and to tell his wife if he kept bugging her about it. "I gotta find out what happened" She moved to get up, but he stood up and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Doctor, you should move that before you lose it" She spit out, her voice was strong, but her body was shaking slightly. She reached back with one hand to hold onto the arm rest of the chair, while moving to grab his hand with her other. He relinquished his grip before she could complete the maneuver. "Look, I'm sorry Detective." He said, sensing that it would be best to play to her strengths in this situation. "I just want to help you find out what happened." "I told them what happened, and I don't feel like repeating it again and again to every five minutes" she said tiredly, sitting back down. Waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, she said, "I'm sure you have a copy of my statement." "Well let me see if I've got it straight," he paused, lighting a cigarette, putting the copy of the statement in the crook of his arm. He looked at the cigarette, and then at her, "You want one?" He asked. "Why not," she replied, reaching for one, letting him light it for her. "So you and you partner, were investigating a murder that happened in Southfield," he stated. "The husband was taken to this hospital because he was delirious and raving." She nodded her head in assention. "You get here to question him and, "he paused "Something attacks and kills your partner, and then the suspect, and then disappears without anyone else seeing it, is that about right?" He asked. He cleared his throat and glanced from the paper to her. She looked at him, searching his eyes for signs of mockery or disbelief. She saw nothing, only a kind of detached compassion, the kind you see on soldiers faces as they lament about their fallen brethren. "Yes, it is" she said flatly. Dragging on the cigarette, she thought about the shitty taste of them. She only had ever smoked when around Allan, and now it seemed as if she could feel him in the room, maybe existing fleetingly inside the halo of the smoke around her head. That was fine with her. Through her years of being his partner, she had grown to love him. Love him in a deeper way than most of the relationships of her life, including that of her father. She wondered as she looked at this doctor, if she hadn't done it to spite her father, who she had never really been close to. She subconsciously shrugged her shoulders, and waited for the doctor to assail her with commentary about her statements. "Okay, then at least I've got everything." He looked at her, he could see her eyes clearing up, and see the strength returning to her face as she studied his. "Huh, ?" She asked, a questioning look on her face. "That's everything, right ?" He asked, not bothering to explain himself. "Yes, it is." She said. "Do you have the book?" He asked. "No, Allan had it, I don't remember what he said he did with it." She replied. "If you happen across it, can you do me a favor and call me at this number." He said, handing her a card. "Oh, and I wouldn't read it if I were you." "Why shouldn't I read it?" She asked, confusion on her face. He paused, looking into her face. She could see the lie coming before he spoke it. "Because it's evidence, and I would hate for any latent prints or forensic material to become corrupted or destroyed by mistake, wouldn't you" "Thank you for your time, Detective. For what it's worth, I'm going to recommend to your department that you be allowed to return to work as soon as the appropriate administrative leave expires to cover the investigation." He said, reaching out to shake her hand. She felt the warmth of his it, and smiled at him for the first time. "Thank you doctor," she said as she watched him leave the room. 6. "Yea, it looks like Albuquerque all right" Agent Miller said, speaking into his cell phone in the basement of the garage of the hospital. "And there's a survivor?" The voice on the phone said. "Yup, not like the Johnson incident though, where the survivor was left drooling and babbling. This woman is tough, she knows what she saw. She seems to accept what happened as easily as if her partner bought it during a shootout." "Really," The voice paused, then asked "Does she have the book?". "She says no, but I need to find out which car is hers so I can check it out. Her partner would have left it there, seeing as they came right from the crime scene" "Five minutes, I'll call back" The voice stated, then hung up. He lit another cigarette and closed his eyes. Nowadays, concentrating on anything was very easy for Miller. There were no games in his life anymore. He had had closed himself off from relationships, he was not interested in forming them with anyone outside of the small group of people he helped save the world with. Even then, he had to be very careful, he'd seen too many people die, or worse, fall victim to the very same plague he was trying to rid the world of. He found it hard to remember the last date he had been on. He shook the thought out of his head and analyzed the problem. First he had to get the book. If she had read, or even opened the book, she could be in some serious danger. The book, was published as part of a sequence of ten books, in the early part of this century by an obscure house that quickly folded afterwards. The book, and it's siblings became sort of a nasty occult chain letter. With each reading of any of them, a certain amount of energy would be stored inside the very pages of the book, and when enough of this had been accumulated, weird things would begin to happen. Traces though the past owners of five of the tomes had revealed a series of unusual events throughout the past sixty years. From reports of hauntings, to several cases of gruesome murders. As the decades passed, the events grew more severe, but less frequent as the books traveled between heirs, or buyers stored them in unread collections. With the ease of e-commerce, interested parties from all over the world can purchase rare works from others, with a minimum of delay and cost, thus dispersing these literary tumors easily. M Cell had been tasked with rounding them up and delivering them over for proper disposal. Simply shredding the book or burning it could result in serious problems. They had encountered this when they got the first one, last spring. Agent Michael had purchased on of them from e-bay and after it arrived called Miller to let him know he was going to get rid of it in the basement furnace. The explosion was so powerful, that the apartment building building he lived in was almost leveled, and had to be condemned. The only thing the investigators ever found of Agent Michael was a partial bridge he had gotten for his front teeth after his college hockey days, and his left shoe. His reverie was interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. "Miller" He waited "Blue Chrysler Sebring, Michigan EWT 995" The voice paused. "After retrieving the book, keep an eye on our survivor for a few days. Contact Mayes and Marcus to provide support. This woman may be useful to our cause." The line went dead. "Righty-oh" He said to the disconnected phone, and started the car. _______________________________________ 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: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 6:39 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] Nasa PHoto Archive Has anybody posted these before: http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap011105.html Loads of astrological/meteorological phenomena with which to make photo-handouts... Phil ********************************************************************** This e-mail (including any attachments) is intended only for the recipient(s) named above. It may contain confidential or privileged information and should not be read, copied or otherwise used or disseminated by any unauthorised person. Any views or opinions expressed are solely those of the author and do not necessarily represent those of Yes Television (Europe) Ltd . If you are not the named recipient, please contact the sender and delete the e-mail from your system. ********************************************************************** _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [michelina.ponsetto@tin.it] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 6:56 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: RE: [DG] Ronin Cheers. >Davide Mana wrote: > > This certainly needs working on. > > Maybe those good guys in The Black Seal might be interested.... > > [wink wink - nudge nudge] > >The Black Seal would be very interested in receiving a manuscript concerning >ronin agents... >Issue two will be a PISCES special so a fishy orientation to the writing >earns bonus points, but it's not really necessary as an examination of rogue >DG, SV-8 and PISCES agents will do nicely. Good, I'll do it. What's the deadline, now? If somebody else wants to do it - let's talk about it. Davide Mana Torino, Italy _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Crossingham, Adam [Adam.Crossingham@markelintl.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 7:11 AM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] Ronin Davide Mana wrote: > Good, I'll do it. What's the deadline, now? > If somebody else wants to do it - let's talk about it. Snatching a deadline out of the air - how about 30 April 2002? Which gives me two months to put the magazine together so that issue 2 comes out six months after issue 1. Later. -- Adam Crossingham Was, Is, Will Be: The Black Seal - January 2001 E-mail: info@theblackseal.org Any opinions expressed in this e-mail are those of the individual _______________________________________ 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: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 8:29 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence Taken^H^H^H^H Borrowed from : http://www.ntk.net > You're a veteran of the USAF and CIA. You've been appointed as > "Chief of Homeland Security" for the state of Texas. What's > the best way to reassure your fellow Americans about their > domestic safety? Why, take out a patriotic ad in "Texas > Monthly" magazine, of course: a soldier standing proud in > front of the Stars and Stripes wearing a Luftwaffe uniform. http:/www.dallasnews.com/texas_southwest/STORY.e9c76eb887.b0.af.0.a4.b60dd.html > David Dewhurst's ad in Texas Monthly shows an officer in crisp, gilt-edge dress > blues the uniform of the German Luftwaffe. 'It was clearly a mistake in graphics,' > the campaign said. Comments? ********************************************************************** This e-mail (including any attachments) is intended only for the recipient(s) named above. It may contain confidential or privileged information and should not be read, copied or otherwise used or disseminated by any unauthorised person. Any views or opinions expressed are solely those of the author and do not necessarily represent those of Yes Television (Europe) Ltd . If you are not the named recipient, please contact the sender and delete the e-mail from your system. ********************************************************************** _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of bad_karma@mindspring.com Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 9:00 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence Quoth philip.ward@yestelevision.com: >>David Dewhurst's ad in Texas Monthly shows an officer in crisp, >>gilt-edge dress blues the uniform of the German Luftwaffe. 'It >>was clearly a mistake in graphics,' the campaign said. > >Comments? Well, they have been talking about more NATO involvement... heh. - C. _______________________________________ 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: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 10:44 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence ----- Original Message ----- From: > > David Dewhurst's ad in Texas Monthly shows an officer in crisp, gilt-edge > dress > > blues the uniform of the German Luftwaffe. 'It was clearly a mistake in > graphics,' > > the campaign said. Well, there is one nice thing to know, the NWO is about as disorganizized as the old one. ""It was clearly a mistake in graphics and the graphics consultant has been dealt with appropriately," campaign manager Rob Johnson said in a prepared statement." Yeah, a single car accident or heart attack I presume. Mark McFadden _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Michael Layne [theherald@hotmail.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 11:32 AM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] The Dead List Sketch On 6 November 2001, "Crossingham, Adam" wrote: >M: Look, matey, I know a dead mailing list when I see one, and I'm looking >at one right now. > >ML: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable beast, the Delta >Green Mailing List, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage! M: 'E's dead as a ruddy doornail! ML: Thot isn't dead which can eternal lie... M: Myte, we aren't talkin' about undead MPs or Congressmen, 'ere! We're concernin' ourselves wi' th' ruddy Delta Green Mailin' List! 'E's _dead_ -- ye've nyled 'im to th' perch!:) Headquarters reports some sort of majordomo glitch... Everything Is Under Control... However, the recent drop in List traffic has also been variously attributed to: CARNIVORE Cthulhu himself Osama Bin Laden MAJESTIC A sentient variant of the SIRCAM virus The Karotechia An AI residing in the MiB's computer The Greys Ronin Ex-DG and PISCES Agents Luftwaffe Generals in Texas The Mysterons None of the above All of the above Michael Layne DGGF#688 theherald@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ 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 talaphid [isa@zerg.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 12:37 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] The Dead List Sketch > However, the recent drop in List traffic has also been variously >attributed to: > Osama Bin Laden You have forgotten the little known cousin to this terrorist, who has taken the work on-line.. you may have seen his handy work on larger websites, his name is Cgi. Yes, Cgi Bin Laden.... _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Rayburn, Russell E. [RERayburn@cmhmetro.net] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 1:13 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] The Dead List Sketch ObDG: Use of puns to induce mania and depression, thus heralding the end times. *gibber* -----Original Message----- From: talaphid [mailto:isa@zerg.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 1:37 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] The Dead List Sketch > However, the recent drop in List traffic has also been variously >attributed to: > Osama Bin Laden You have forgotten the little known cousin to this terrorist, who has taken the work on-line.. you may have seen his handy work on larger websites, his name is Cgi. Yes, Cgi Bin Laden.... _______________________________________ 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 John Daly [jdaly_iv@yahoo.com] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 1:53 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence Just remember Texas is a Weird place. It's got deserts, places where Rice is the best crop to grow, and has a really long border with Mexico. It's got Mountains, lakes, deserts, and coastline We've got our own Music: Tejano, which isn't "Latin" music at all. It's pop, folk music, and polka mixed in together. Spanish is the second most popular language down here and there are as many spanish language radio stations in some areas of the country as english language. We've got a lot of German-Americans down here (it's like the third or fourth most popular ethnic group down here, along with Mexican, Irish, and others) so the idea of seeing a Texas official in german uniform is more likely to be seen with (1) huh - then (2) oh, that's just funny. We have organizations like the American GI Forum, a national mexican American support organization along with towns that are filled with so many clansmen, people don't stop there unless they're really really white (Vidor, TX). We have a lot in common with the south, but still distinguish ourselves from the south. We do have the right to kill tresspassers, but you can't kill tresspassers in the kitchen and get away with it. We frequently find dead immigrants on area ranches who have died from heat stroke. We are also trying to get a local spaceport launch facility, that way materials would only have to be shipped half way across the country and launch facilities would be that much closer to Houston. It is possible for me to drive for eight hours, from where I live in Corpus Christi, and drive in a relatively straight line at 65 mph and never leave the state. It's closer for me to leave the country than to visit my sister who lives in the same state. Texas really is like a whole other country. We've given America three presidents - LBJ, Bush, and Bush Jr - and killed one - JFK. Texas, it really is a crazy place where traditions from Germans, Poles, Czechs, Irish, English, Indian, Mexican, and Spanish traditions have come together to form a really heavily armed state. We mix things like The Chupacabra and Bigfoot and Day of the Dead and Strict catholicism. It's crazy here. John --- The Lizard King wrote: > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: > > > > David Dewhurst's ad in Texas Monthly shows an > officer in crisp, > gilt-edge > > dress > > > blues the uniform of the German Luftwaffe. 'It > was clearly a mistake in > > graphics,' > > > the campaign said. > > Well, there is one nice thing to know, the NWO is > about as disorganizized > as the old one. > > ""It was clearly a mistake in graphics and the > graphics consultant has been > dealt with appropriately," campaign manager Rob > Johnson said in a prepared > statement." > > Yeah, a single car accident or heart attack I > presume. > > Mark McFadden > > > > _______________________________________ > The Delta Green Mailing List > http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/ > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Find a job, post your resume. http://careers.yahoo.com _______________________________________ 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: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 2:15 PM To: 'deltagreen@revolutionsf.com' Subject: RE: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defense Shamelessly OT reply here, but the thought gave me a chuckle... >It is possible for me to drive for eight hours, from >where I live in Corpus Christi, and drive in a >relatively straight line at 65 mph and never leave the >state. This reminds me of an old Yakov Smirnov line: "Living in Russia is actually a whole lot like living in Milwaukee. Except that no matter how far you walk, fly, crawl, run, or drive, you're still in Milwaukee." Marshall From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net] Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 2:42 PM To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence ----- Original Message ----- From: "John Daly" > Just remember Texas is a Weird place. It's got > deserts, places where Rice is the best crop to grow, > and has a really long border with Mexico. It's got > Mountains, lakes, deserts, and coastline And don't forget the swarms of bats every night in Austin. My brother-in-law told me a story about when he was at the opening night of a multi-story trendy downtown bistro. During remodeling and reconstruction the attic had been open to the elements for awhile and bats had nested in the eaves. Then they got shut in just before the opening. So there's the cream of Austin society hobnobbing, then suddenly hordes of bats come through swooping and darting through the festivities and dropping guano with no respect for social standing. Pandemonium. Now one of my life's ambitions is to release clouds of bats at Spago. It will be glorious. Mark McFadden _______________________________________ The Delta Green Mailing List http://www.delta-green.com/comint/dgml/