From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of trueprophet@talk21.com
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 3:43 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] The Dead List Sketch
To this list of The Usual Suspects, you necessarily must add:
Microsoft
Elvis(he's everywhere)
Stan Kubrick
Senor Sock
Shantu Claus(hey, Christmas isn't THAT far away...)
Bert(muppet henchmen of everyone's favourite left wing hippie, Osama 'Big Ozzie' Bin Laden)
Some of the above
> 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
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:11 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] The Dead List Sketch
----- Original Message -----
From: "Michael Layne"
> 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
Evil Old White Men
Illuminati
AIs from the future
Spam from the WEE Marketing Department
AOL 6.0
Pagans downloading tentacle porn
*Untrimmed quotes*
Donald Lang
The Spanish Inquisition (bet you weren't expecting them)
Clowns
Mark McFadden
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Charles Green [rijel12@yahoo.com]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:44 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
--- John Daly wrote:
> Just remember Texas is a Weird place.
You aren't kidding. Texas is the only place I can
think of where these things can happen:
1. People are _really_ happy that they live in Bush's
hometown. I mean, exstatic.
2. High school football is only second to religion in
popularity (not a distant second, either.)
3. A local high school (until just recently) flew the
Southern Flag at all official sports functions. They
didn't know why the African American Community through
such a fuss about it, either.
4. Footballs stars (high school again)can get away
with murder (literally), and even be cheered for it
when the graduate. True Story.
5. The local sheriff owns a tank. Well, it's only an
APC, but still...
6. The same sheriff rules this case an accidental
death: A man was found three feet from his car, with
two broken legs and a bullet hole in his head. Cause
of death; falling out of a three foot mesquite tree
and shooting himself in the head while hunting.
7. No one drinks the tap water.
8. It's apperantly bad manners to actually drive the
speed limit in small towns; anything above 10 mph
under the limit is a no-no.
9. Herds of emu and ostrich roaming the countryside
after their markets died.
10. You can routienly overhear this conversation at
any resaraunt: "I'd like a Coke." "What kind?" "Dr.
Pepper."
I am new to this list, so I haven't properly
introduced myself yet. I just had to comment on this
thread.
Charley
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:52 PM
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Subject: [DG] The Halloween Caper - part 1a (long)
I'm forwarding this for an old friend, last seen at
http://www.delta-green.com/opint/case_histories/ch_ADG.MM-0081.html .
He says part 2 is on it's way.
***********************
The Halloween Caper
By Patrick Leary
The thing about LA is not to fight it. Play by the rules and you can go
far; get cute and you'll find you're the punchline to someone else's joke,
and you won't see it coming.
I do most of my business in Noir Town and its 'burbs. Back in my other life
I had a large collection of Black Lizard mystery paperbacks, so I know the
rules. Wander around in the technicolor neighborhoods and you *think* you
know the rules because it looks like real life (whatever that means), and
then you get careless. There's also more blood and graphic violence in those
parts of town, so I stick to places where the sign says "Hollywoodland."
There's nothing like being monochrome to remind you that you're not in
Kansas anymore. There's a Wizard of Oz joke in there somewhere.
When I set up shop I made sure I had a pebbled-glass door, a hatrack, a
desk chair that reclined to let me put my feet on my desk comfortably and a
bottle of pretty good Scotch in its file drawer. Single malt -- it's those
little character touches that bring you to life.
I spent a month reading my name backwards on the door, getting to know the
seedy-yet-interesting characters that shared the building, having Happy Hour
at the desk as the sun went down and the neon sign outside my window began
its on-again off-again light show, and trying not to notice the mounting
bills. I had faith that some beautiful woman, no, *dame* would come to me
because she had nowhere else to turn. I hoped it would be the gorgeous dame,
with or without a terrible secret, because otherwise one of my neighbors was
going to die in some ironic way and I'd have to do something about it. From
what I'd read those don't pay very well.
As it turned out, it was the dame. The secret was indeed terrible and
involved some very powerful people. I got on the wrong side of a few of LA's
Finest who threatened to pull my license, but that's part of the profile.
Sort of like passing the initiation. Also, before she tried to kill me the
frail and I had a saxophone interlude behind suggestively lowered blinds,
and I got paid by one of the powerful people who wanted to guarantee I
wouldn't be specific in my reminiscences.
Over all, not a bad start. I was established.
Time passed and business picked up. There was "The Lady of Spain", *The
Cathar Hawk*, *The Big Nothing*, "The Black Dailies," "The Westwood Caper,"
*The Dane Curse* and a few other "The"s I'd rather forget. I was developing
a backstory and some contacts. The LA P.D. was usually willing to frame me
for the death du jour when they weren't threatening to pull my license, but
I had a good relationship with the Sheriff's Department so it kind of
balanced out. I got friendly with a few bail bondsmen, which was good for
some skip-tracing gigs and allowed me to run a tab when the boys in blue got
unreasonable.
Jake Gittes made me an offer, but I felt a little uncomfortable about
working for a colored boss. I'm not prejudiced, but I prefer my noir in
monochrome. Less blood and profanity. I do sometimes work with his younger
self in Chinatown, but that's another story that will probably never be told
unless he has a flashback.
Now, until I moved here I had been living in a world pretty much like the
one you see out of your window. You'd recognize the names of famous people
and I used brand name products. This went beyond product placement; the
whole point was for everything to resemble mundane reality as you know it.
Except for the gods and monsters and the organization I belonged to. I was
simultaneously a detective in the Los Angeles Police Department, just like
the one in your newspaper; and I was an agent for a conspiracy called Delta
Green, which is fiction from most points of view. It wasn't as confusing as
it sounds because I didn't know it wasn't real. Whatever that means. Anyhow,
things happened and I couldn't stay there. It involved one of those gods I
mentioned and I'd really rather not go over it again. It looked like I was
about to meet my maker, and as it turned out I did. He set me free. He just
stopped writing about me and let me take over the script. I think I've been
doing pretty well, if I do say so myself.
As I said at the beginning, the trick to LA is not to fight it. But that
doesn't mean that you can't get creative with the ground rules. The car I
started with was a problem; it was Kharman Ghia with a Porsche engine. It
was good for most of LA, but when the color faded away from the surroundings
it got a little hard to keep in context. It was good enough for TV, at least
in the mid-60s, but it didn't go with most of Noir Town. I still use it on
the weekends when I feel like catching something with THX in Westwood. I've
got a roadster for fun or visiting clients, but most of my work is done with
what would be a vintage Ford pickup to you. I found a mechanic who claims he
worked for Rickenbacker and Oldfield, so it's about as perky as it can get
given the appropriate technology.
I wear a suit when I have to make an impression or meet clients, but I
lived in Levi's too long to enjoy it. I usually dress like Howard Hughes
playing engineer. An expensive button-down shirt and tie, a fedora that
started out classy but now looks lived-in. Wearing a hat everywhere was the
hardest thing to get used to, followed by sending my clothes to a laundry
because permanent press is out of context. Khakis, sturdy walking shoes and
a leather jacket complete the look. I even grew a pencil moustache. I can
blend in with working stiffs or pass for a city engineer in the field. There
are enough oil fields, aircraft plants and construction sites around for me
to look plausible in most neighborhoods, and I'm comfortable.
I suppose I should be carrying a simple .38, or whatever the hell a Banker'
s Special is, but I wanted an edge. Most guys in my business in this milieu
can depend on being knocked unconscious without a concussion, or catching a
slug in a meaty part without any arterial bleeding -- but I'm following my
own script and I'm not the hero of a successful series. I can die.
I was stumped for awhile until I remembered the literary roots of the
setting. I also widened the scope to include serials as well as features.
Let Bogart pack a .38 roscoe, I'd take my cues from the Shadow. I can't
cloud men's minds, but I can carry two .45s. Once I had the key I started to
think of other tricks I could add to my repertoire. Cagney used jiu jitsu in
'Blood on the Sun', so martial arts were rare but not unheard of. As long as
I didn't try to slip into slow motion Hong Kong cinema moves the setting
wouldn't resist me.
*************************
It was Halloween night and I was the bogey man. I had left the pickup a few
blocks over and was sneaking up on a warehouse off Alameda. My client wasn't
a sultry blonde this time, just a nice couple with the wrong name.
Two days ago their eight year old daughter Becky hadn't come home from
school. The ransom note had been wrapped around a brick and thrown through
the window of their modest stucco home. The snatchers were a class act all
the way, and dense as a bag of hammers. Somehow these whiz kids had come to
the conclusion that everyone named Hearst was a close relation to Citizen
Kane himself. The amount they were demanding was more than these poor folks
had ever seen at one time. There were also a lot of lurid threats about what
would happen to their daughter if they brought in the police. The parents
contacted me because they saw my door every time they visited the dentist
down the hall in the flea pit building where I have my office; which meant I
probably wouldn't make anything off of this. I wasn't on the meter in any
case; I just wanted to see that little girl back with her folks. They were
nice people. I don't meet many of them in my line, so I was sort of
inspired.
Following the trail could hardly be called detective work. The brick and
note indicated that the kidnapper(s) didn't plan things very well. I figured
I wouldn't have to range very far from the parents to find the connection;
research didn't strike me as a tool in the snatcher's kit.
The Hearsts had called-in sick and I figured whoever the connection was had
done so as well. I had them call someone they trusted at work to ask if
anyone hadn't come in. Sure enough, another nurse on the mother's shift hadn
't come in on schedule. On a hunch I asked her if any drugs had dropped off
the inventory at work. Bingo.
Then I did some illegal things like posing as a federal employee on the
phone and getting the hospital's Personnel office to give me a home address.
There might have been a little abuse of power in there too, but time was
short and I didn't feel like wasting any of it by putting on a suit and
showing up in person to flash some credentials that were forged in any case.
Florence Nightingale wasn't in her duplex and the lock on the back door
responded with a satisfying click when I persuaded it with a screwdriver. I
checked the medicine cabinet in the messy bathroom to verify my hunch that
there were at least two suspects. I found the nurse's blonde leg hairs on
one safety razor and black stubble on another matching those stuck in the
soap ring in the sink. Some Florida Water and Tres Flores hair tonic. Figure
on one nurse with bad habits and a boyfriend with big plans.
Back where I come from none of this was evidence of anything. But in
context, in this place, all of this added up to a James M. Cain scenario.
Figure on at least a pair of selfish people with sociopathic tendencies and
very little patience. Any reservations I had had about not bringing in the
police evaporated; there is no way they would move fast enough to save that
little girl's life.
I didn't have to toss the place to find my next move; the bill for the
warehouse rental was with the overdue utility bills in the kitchen. Why rent
a warehouse? Because that's what happens here. If it wasn't a warehouse it
would be a cabin or abandoned farm. That's just where kidnappers take their
victims here.
So there I was sneaking-up on the warehouse with a pair of Army issue .45
automatics tucked into shoulder rigs under the leather jacket. The Colt
Transitional Model 1911A1 if you must know. They were released in 1924, so
there was little chance of wandering into a neighborhood where they would be
out of context and jam or morph into something appropriate but unfamiliar.
I drove past first and spotted two cars parked to the side so I was
provisionally counting on three or more conspirators. If this was a Police
Gazette story -- and this pathetic little scenario had all of the elements,
the third man was the dealer with the big ideas and the two lovebirds owed
him money and so on and so forth.
I hopped the fence at a neighboring business to avoid coming in from the
street. A good thing too, because a very large individual got out of one of
the cars and walked the perimeter. Make that four conspirators. I would have
been spotted if I wasn't surveying the scene from the shadows next door. I
moved to see if he would circle the warehouse before coming back to the car.
Sure enough, I saw him round the far corner; which gave me time to scramble
over the fence and hide behind the car.
When I heard him open the door I shot around the rear of the car and jumped
on his back. Before he could make more than an oof sound I had him in an
L.A.P.D. choke hold and had his windpipe shut off. I kicked off from the car
to keep him from flailing at the horn and we went down with a soft thud on
the asphalt. I managed to maintain the choke and he began to get desperate.
This is where the choke hold turns fatal; the officer applies it, the
suspect understandably panics and resists, the officer increases pressure
and soon the trachea collapses and the suspect dies trying to pull in air
that will never get past the throat. So I eased up a bit and let him gasp
for air, but before he could exhale with a yell I moved my forearm off of
his windpipe and over his carotid artery, and then squeezed for all I was
worth. This is the sleeper hold made famous by professional wrestling and it
gets results in a gratifyingly short time. I held it for a count of one
hundred Mississippis just to be sure, then let go.
He was still breathing, which helped my good guy status. Killing
indiscriminately starts accumulating penalties in this context. You can't
dispatch a sentry and dismiss it with a quip or a pun in this context unless
you're Mickey Spillane -- and as I said I'm not the hero of a successful
series.
I found a snotty handkerchief in his breast pocket and used it and his tie
to gag him. I made a new hole in his belt with my Swiss Army knife and
cinched his wrists together behind his back. I tied one set of shoelaces
around the opposite ankle, then tied the other shoelaces to his bound wrists
and hoped the whole arrangement would hold long enough to finish the job.
I made the rounds of the windows to see if there were any other nasty
surprises. I was back to three "suspects", one mean-looking hard case that I
assumed was the brains of the operation because the other two devoted much
of the time I observed them whining to Hard Case about how a little medicine
would do wonders for their jitters. He wasn't buying it and punctuated his
arguments with vicious jabs with the barrel of a rather impressive revolver
to soft parts covered by clothing. Smart boy; he made his point without
marking up their faces. I didn't like that at all; it meant Hard Case had
some control of his temper and in these scenarios that means he aims when he
shoots.
I also didn't like the looks of the little girl. They had her tied to a
chair but she wasn't gagged. Her head lolled to the side and she sagged
against the ropes. I couldn't tell if she was breathing, but I had to assume
she was for her safety and my sanity.
I finally spotted the boyfriend's pistol tucked into his waistband.
Right-handed. The nurse appeared to be unarmed, but if she went for the
purse I saw on the floor by the little girl I wasn't going to take any
chances.
I decided not to go in through any of the windows because I couldn't see
any way to do it unseen or fast enough to get the drop on them. I also
couldn't see any place to do it without placing the little girl in our
crossfire. So it would have to be the door I saw by the cars. From what I
could see the entryway was dark; maybe they would think I was the bruiser
hogtied in the parking lot long enough to make an opportunity.
I went through my pre-fight checklist - releasing safeties, chambering
rounds, putting on thin tight leather gloves; risked checking the doorknob
to be sure it wasn't locked, then came through the door, staying in the
shadows, coughing in a deep voice I hoped would match the guard's. The gun
in my right hand was concealed behind my right leg as I reached for its mate
under my right armpit as if I was going for a handkerchief. It wasn't much
as far as setups go, but it did get Hard Case stepping towards me and away
from the girl. He was bringing up his gun so I zigged left and snapped off a
stereo double-tap to spoil his aim. He missed me, which is good, and my four
shots missed him completely, which annoyed me considerably as he appeared to
be intent on continuing the exchange. However, Becky was not in my line of
fire so I had some leeway. I dropped into a right Dragon Stance which got my
torso away from where he would be aiming while leaving me balanced with
secure footing. I snapped off three more on the way down and he crumpled
around the two that took him in the midsection. I didn't wait around to get
my bearings; I pushed off in a tight tuck as the boyfriend started blasting
where I had been. I came up in a crouch twisting counter-clockwise. When I
saw Becky was clear I took him out with two in the sternum.
I kept my eyes on Nurse Nancy as I kicked the guns away from Boyfriend and
Hard Case, then walked over to where Becky was tied. Nurse Nancy was
assuring me that she hadn't harmed the girl, she had given her a little
something to keep her quiet but she was OK and so on and so forth. I licked
the back of my left hand and held it under the little girl's nostrils. The
breathing was very slow and faint, but it was regular. I put the gun in my
left hand away then checked her pupils. They were rolled-up.
Florence Nightingale was babbling about how little she used and it was only
skin-popping and she knew what she was doing because she was a nurse and.
"Good," I said "that means you know how to apply a tourniquet." Then I shot
off her right kneecap. So sue me, I was in a bad mood.
***** continued in part 1b *****
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 4:55 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: [DG] The Halloween Caper - part 1b (long)
After a minute or so I felt bad about doing that. Must be the Boy Scout in
me. So I took Boyfriend's garish necktie to cinch her right leg and used a
hairbrush from her purse to tighten it. She hadn't lost consciousness, which
I assume was one of the side effects of the morphine diet plan. I also found
her works and an ugly little snub nose .38 in the purse. I kicked the hype
kit over to her and stood where she'd been when I shot her and fired off a
round in the direction of where I'd been to complete the scene. I'm a belt
and suspenders kind of guy when I'm not charging several guns with no
backup.
I asked her if there was a phone on the premises and she told me there wasn
't one in between a few hypotheticals about my love life and heritage. I
advised her not to nod off and let the tourniquet go slack, as I was going
to take Becky to a hospital and make an anonymous call to the police for
her. As I was leaving with the little girl in my arms and all the guns
tucked in her purse she added a few surmises about my mother's hobbies, but
they were mumbled and a bit desultory.
The guard was still snoozing so I took his car keys rather than walk the
blocks back to my pickup. I got Becky to an emergency room and called her
parents, called the local precinct and gave them the warehouse address and a
recommendation for an ambulance and coroner, then stuck around long enough
to make sure she was stable. Her parents arrived and I got to enjoy the one
bright spot in messy day when I told them their little girl would be fine. I
spared them the details and got out of there before it would occur to them
to ask for some.
I had stayed longer than I planned, so when I got back to the warehouse the
whole merry crowd was hard at work. The bodies were already outlined in
chalk, Nurse Nancy was on her way to a hospital and a pair of homicide dicks
were sweating the bruiser from the parking lot, who was rubbing his throat
and looking sore vexed. He didn't recognize me since we'd never met
face-to-face, so I had to introduce myself to the homicide detectives as the
anonymous caller and the author of all the bloodshed.
You know, you'd think that they would be a little grateful for me saving
them all the legwork of following the trail from Florence Nightingale to the
nice couple, and from them to me, but I guess no good deed goes unpunished.
I could have done some name-dropping if they were from the Sheriff, but the
kidnappers had rented a warehouse in LA P.D. territory, so the case was
theirs. I felt a little better about knee-capping the nurse when I thought
about all of the hassle I was in for. I showed the detectives the bruiser's
car and the purse full of guns, but they seemed intent on remaining
unreasonable. Miranda wasn't an issue in this place, so I gave my version of
what happened on the spot. They decided that I'd supply more juicy details
if I was downtown under hot lights and one of them pulled out his handcuffs.
"Put the bracelets away Dutton, I think we can let Mister Leary walk for
now on his own recognizance. He has nowhere else to go. Do you Mister
Leary?" My testicles climbed into my abdomen when I heard the tenor brogue
and jovial tone; that was one voice I never wanted to hear in person.
I tried to keep my teeth from chattering as I replied "N-no, I'm pretty
well established here and I'd rather not start over."
"Exactly. Nothing ties a man down like success I always say."
One of the detectives, Tweedledee with the cuffs, lost his sanity for a
moment and actually tried to argue with my jolly benefactor.
"Aw, Lieutenant, there's two stiffs and a nurse with no kneecap. The
sonovabitch shot a *woman* for chrissake."
That big red face way up there turned like a turret and aimed both barrels
at the target. "I'm sure she deserved it. It's been sweetened at a higher
level than your career will ever reach. Now be a good lad and finish your
paperwork before I decide that Traffic needs a boy of your talents and
manners. Come along Mister Leary, I'll walk you to that pickup I saw a few
blocks over."
As we walked back through the empty industrial area I desperately flipped
through mental files trying to find a reason for Lieutenant Smith's
intervention. It's not that I wasn't grateful for skipping an evening of
downtown third degree, but I was uneasy with the idea of Smith knowing who I
was. I couldn't think of anything good that could come from his attention.
"I guess I should th-thank you for clearing that up back there Lieutenant
Smith." I hated the way my voice was taking on a whining tone. Soon I'd be
exposing my throat and hoping for the best.
"It will be Captain Smith starting next week, but you can call me Dudley
when we're not in front of the troops. I suspect we'll be working together
for a long long time, so let's not stand on ceremony."
"Working? Together?"
"Oh yes. You've a lovely way with firearms and you're unencumbered with a
badge. Uses can always be found for a man with those credentials. But I
suspect it's the fact that you're not local that got you noticed."
"I'm from Glendale. Isn't that local?"
"You're from *Los Angeles* boyo, but you're in LA now."
People say their heart skipped a beat, but I always thought it was just a
saying.
"This is the part where you act dumb and pretend you don't know the
difference, then I make a subtle threat to your well-being and make it
abundantly clear that I know what you are and the nature of the world and
what that all means. Are we both on the same page now Mister Leary? You're
not from here and I know it. Did you really think anything could happen in
my fair city without me knowing about it?"
Actually, I had been hoping so.
"You see Mister Leary - you don't mind if I call you Patrick? I didn't
think so. You see Patrick; I now have a connection downtown grander than
anything I could dream. This world is now my oyster, and you, you lucky lad,
are invited to join us. Your unique status can be very useful and it would
be a shame to let it go to waste. Come to the Pacific Dining Car tomorrow at
one and I'll introduce you to our benefactor. We'll. how would you put it?
Ah yes, we'll *do lunch*. Let me *cut to the chase* and point out that your
only other option is a shallow grave."
My mental wheels were spinning and not getting anywhere. I was in full-on
fight or flight mode, but I couldn't think of anywhere to run. Then came the
Click. The fear just went away and all that adrenaline fueled an alert
readiness. Don't get me wrong; I was excited, even jumpy, but I wasn't
afraid any more. It's a trait that has saved my life a few times; I just
wish I could do it on purpose. When I have no way out I go from
fight-or-flight to just plain fight. Not seeing red and tunnel-visioned, but
up on my toes and ready for anything. The fact that I wasn't really ready
for anything didn't bother me; I knew I'd deal with whatever came up. In
other words, insane. Fine by me.
He had the weight and reach on me. Big red scarred hands used to gouging
and choking and slamming. I read that he carried a .45 loaded with
garlic-coated dum-dums guaranteed to cause an infection and a spring-loaded
toad sticker.
As it turned out I surprised myself and led with my mouth.
"When you get gunned down the audience will cheer. I know -- I was one of
them."
That got his full attention.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know your future because it's already been written. You are predestined;
I bet your downtown connection didn't tell you that did he? Why do you think
he wants me? Aren't you good enough?"
He was glaring at me as if trying to decide which ear to tear off first.
Some rational part of me told me to keep him of balance before it occurred
to him that all of this meant *I* didn't kill him, which also meant I
*couldn't* kill him.
"I've got a piece of advice for you Smith; read 'Weird Tales' and look for
a writer named Lovecraft. And when you're doing lunch tomorrow ask yourself
how many times you've read stories about someone making a deal with the
devil and coming to a good end."
That seemed like a good exit line. I decided not to push my luck and headed
to my pickup with what I hoped was a confident gait. I reminded myself not
to hunch my shoulders in anticipation of a bullet.
I needed a drink.
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Dave Farnell [superdave@jcom.home.ne.jp]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 5:41 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
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.
>
> Comments?
[SuperDave screams and tears out his eyeballs, moaning, "Why, why did Bush
Sr. have to settle in Texas?]
Tex Farnell
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 6:33 PM
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Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
----- Original Message -----
From: "Dave Farnell"
> [SuperDave screams and tears out his eyeballs, moaning, "Why, why did Bush
> Sr. have to settle in Texas?]
Because it was essential for an obvious Yankee Yalie from Oligarchsquat or
whatever that preppie farm he comes from to establish some Cowboy
credentials. Has anyone actually seen him eating a pork rind? I didn't think
so. You won't see him on a horse because he uses an English saddle. Eats
bar-b-que with his pinky out.
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Dave Farnell [superdave@jcom.home.ne.jp]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 6:30 PM
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Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
From: "Charles Green"
> 2. High school football is only second to religion in
> popularity (not a distant second, either.)
Don't forget high-school cheerleading. Texas is where a woman got arrested
by the FBI after she tried to hire an assassin to kill the mother of her
daughter's rival for the open spot on a cheerleading squad. (Yeah, I had to
read that over again too before it made sense.) She apparently hoped that
her daughter's rival would be so despondent over becoming an orphan, that
the rival would perform badly in the tryouts.
> 3. A local high school (until just recently) flew the
> Southern Flag at all official sports functions. They
> didn't know why the African American Community through
> such a fuss about it, either.
My high school in Austin did the same thing until around 1990. We were
Rebels, Rebels true...our mascot was a funny-looking gnomish Confederate
soldier. Cute little guy. As far as I know, we still haven't replaced him,
and we're just vague "Rebels" without a cause, now. I've been pushing to
adopt James Dean as a mascot.
> 7. No one drinks the tap water.
Not in Houston, anyway.
> 9. Herds of emu and ostrich roaming the countryside
> after their markets died.
COOL! At least one good thing happened since I left.
But before anyone gets too weirded out about Texas, it's just one of those
places like any other that can look like a hell-hole if you look at it one
way, or paradise if you look at it another way. But there is something about
it that sort of magnifies both possibilities, and *that's* what I love about
Texas. It's an irrational love, but that's the best kind.
ObDG: Ah heck, I've already posted ideas about Texas Rangers, lost silver
mines guarded by monsters, a whole novella set in Texas--check the Archives,
I gotta go to work.
> I am new to this list, so I haven't properly
> introduced myself yet. I just had to comment on this
> thread.
Welcome, Charley.
Dave
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Gil Trevizo [furrylogic@mindspring.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 9:13 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
At 04:33 PM 11/7/2001 -0800, The Lizard King wrote:
> > [SuperDave screams and tears out his eyeballs, moaning, "Why, why did Bush
> > Sr. have to settle in Texas?]
>
> Because it was essential for an obvious Yankee Yalie from Oligarchsquat or
>whatever that preppie farm he comes from to establish some Cowboy
>credentials.
That and the lack of a state income tax. The Bushes may have an address in
Texas, but they ain't Texans. And besides, they're East Texans at
best. The only "Cowboys" in East Texas may wear Stetsons, but they got
pink soft hands that never saw an honest day's work in their lives.
West Texas is where the real Cowboys rode, and they called themselves
vaqueros, even the white ones. 'Course it's a shithole, but I still miss
the desert - there's nothing more liberating than being out in the middle
of nothingness.
BTW the Luftwaffe thing isn't so unusual. I grew up outside Fort Bliss,
and the place was swarming with them.
Gil
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Michael Layne [theherald@hotmail.com]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 10:29 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: [DG] Suicide Bat Commandos! (Humor?) (was: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence)
On 7 November 2001, His Saurian Majesty "The Lizard King"
wrote:
> 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.
I wonder if these bats are left over from the WWII US Bat-Kamikaze
Korps?
During WWII, someone (possibly in the OSS) got the bright idea of
strapping time-detonated magnesium bombs to bats. The plan was to airdrop
them from a plane over Japan. The bats would swoop down (scaring the AA gun
crews half to death), and roost under the eaves of buildings. Then they
would all simultaneously explode, to the severe detriment of the buildings.
A large swarm of bats was caught (an adventure in itself, probably
carried out by DG personnel who wondered if this was why they had been
transferred from ONI to OSS), and fitted with the bombs. Then it was time
for the test!
Apparently, there must have been two tests, for I've heard two different
accounts of what happened...
1. The bats were released from the B-29, and came swooping down,
avoiding the fake Japanese fortress constructed as a target, and instead
taking refuge in several large wooden temporary structures of a (fortunately
unoccupied) nearby Army facility. Not all of the Suicide Bat Commandos were
rounded up before the bombs went off. (_That_ part of the scheme worked just
fine, by the way!) (OOPS!)
2. The USAAF did a high-altitude drop of its kamikaze Bat-Paratroops.
Unfortunately, the bats passed out from the thin air and cold, plummeted to
earth, and didn't wake up before the ground hit them between the ears...
(OOPS!)
Due to either or both of the above problems, the Suicide Bat Commandos
were disbanded, and the military shifted to more conventional weapons, such
as Little Boy and Fat Man.
The Suicide Bat Commandos could be reorganized today, however... There
are still plenty of bats around, especially in Texas, and plenty of Kamikaze
Batbombs to equip them with. Ways could be found to protect the bats during
transit in a B-2 (http://www.fas.org/nuke/guide/usa/bomber/b-2.htm) (which
is the only plane for the job -- due to its design), and they could be
trained to not only seek out caves, but to home in on the scent of the gun
oil used for AK-47s (like that one Osama is so often filmed with)!
Billionaire Bruce Wayne could be offered a temporary commission in the US
Military to oversee their training!
In fact, if Transylvania is an ally in the fight vs. the terrorists,
some vampire bats could be recruited for the fight! These would put the foes
in double danger -- they would drink their blood, and later explode!
However, it is important to note that "two can play at this game"!
Afghanistan is honeycombed with its own caves, presumably populated by bats,
as well as by Taliban and terrorists. The US might have to face the Taliban
Bat-Martyr Force!
Quick, to the Batplane!
(http://www.fas.org/nuke/guide/usa/bomber/b-2_16.jpg)
Michael Layne
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Charles Green [rijel12@yahoo.com]
Sent: Wednesday, November 07, 2001 10:43 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
> My high school in Austin did the same thing until
> around 1990. We were
> Rebels, Rebels true...our mascot was a funny-looking
> gnomish Confederate
> soldier. Cute little guy. As far as I know, we still
> haven't replaced him,
> and we're just vague "Rebels" without a cause, now.
Funny, I think you just described the High School I
went too. Hmmm... Anyone for Mythos Influenced KKK
people recruiting thorugh local schools. Karotechia
puppets, maybe?
Charley
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [michelina.ponsetto@tin.it]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 7:21 AM
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Subject: My Old School [was [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence]
Cheers.
SuperDave wrote
> > 3. A local high school (until just recently) flew the
> > Southern Flag at all official sports functions. They
> > didn't know why the African American Community through
> > such a fuss about it, either.
>
>My high school in Austin did the same thing until around 1990. We were
>Rebels, Rebels true...
My high school got practically kicked out of a TV show because they greeted
the audience waving the old Kingdom of Italy flag - that is, the Italian
flag with the Royal Savoy coat of arms on it.
Turned out it's against the law.
> > 7. No one drinks the tap water.
>
>Not in Houston, anyway.
Is there some esoteric explanation, or is just the water table that's too
polluted?
I mean, in Milan they do not drink tap water, but that's because it would
be safer to just drink cyanide.
But all this is pretty pointless, I think.
Sorry for the intrusion.
Davide Mana
Torino, Italy
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [michelina.ponsetto@tin.it]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 7:34 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: [DG] '80s Style, ehm... Law Enforcement
Cheers.
We discussed in the past versions of DG set in the '50s, '60s, and '70s.
The '40s version even has its own mailing list.
Anyone looking for a good idea to kick-start a campaign set in the '80s,
might find this link interesting.
http://www.rain-street.org/fightcrime.htm
It basically generates an "odd-couple" pair of law
enforcers/vigilantes/crimefighters - the sort of team-up that apparently
was in five movies out of six during that doomed decade.
It's positively brilliant.
I recommend using GURPS as a system.
A few examples
"He's a leather-clad one-eyed firefighter haunted by an iconic dead
American confidante
She's a vivacious mute magician's assistant on her way to prison for a
murder she didn't commit.
They fight crime! "
"He's a suave misogynist cat burglar fleeing from a secret government
programme.
She's an elegant bisexual safe cracker with only herself to blame.
They fight crime! "
"He's a scrappy Amish vampire hunter who knows the secret of the alien
invasion.
She's a man-hating motormouth hooker who inherited a spooky stately manor
from her late maiden aunt.
They fight crime!"
Honestly, I'd be ready to pay to be in a game based on one of these.
Be seeing you.
Davide Mana
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Hans-Christian Vortisch [greytiga@zedat.fu-berlin.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 8:03 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
Gang, I am currently writing a lengthy GURPS article on the SEALs in
Vietnam, most of it covering guns and vehicles which I know dont generate
too much interest over here. However, apart from a GURPS Technomancer
sidesweep there will also be a DELTA GREEN angle.
What do we know about any involvments? Deep Ones were around (evidence from
Masks of Nyarlathotep and the sinking of USS Santa Cruz), and there was
certainly ample occasion for clashes with Tcho-Tcho and what have you.
However, has anybody actually WRITTEN something about this? Is there stuff
published by Pagan or listmembers?
Cheers
HANS
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Nick Brownlow [stabernide@netscape.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 8:36 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: RE: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
Hans
http://www.conradhubbard.com/intro_tickets.html is a regular CoC adventure set in Vietnam
Davide ran a Vietnam era DG campaign a while ago, but the ACROSS THE FENCE site he set up for it seems to have disappeared - either he's taken it down or Fortunecity is (surprise surprise) giving him jit again. I'm sure he could be persuaded to fill you in on the details, however.
cheers,
Nick
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Eckhard Huelshoff [EHuelshoff@t-online.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 8:43 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
Hans-Christian Vortisch schrieb:
> However, has anybody actually WRITTEN something about this? Is there stuff
> published by Pagan or listmembers?
Davide did a campaign set in Vietnam, some of it was published on the internet
as well.
Actually I did some scenarios set there as well. They were written as sort of a
Prologue to DG campaigns set in other eras.
eckhard
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 9:35 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
----- Original Message -----
From: "Hans-Christian Vortisch"
> What do we know about any involvments? Deep Ones were around (evidence
from
> Masks of Nyarlathotep and the sinking of USS Santa Cruz), and there was
> certainly ample occasion for clashes with Tcho-Tcho and what have you.
> However, has anybody actually WRITTEN something about this? Is there stuff
> published by Pagan or listmembers?
'Alien Intelligence' has a Vietnam story and 'Rules of Engagement' has some
sections from Adolph Lepus' POV.
Clashes with Tcho-Tcho would get weird fast since so many of the little
bastards were supposedly allies and resources (at least to non-DG SpecOps
types) along the lines of the Montagnards.
I have some stuff in the works concerning Tunnel Rats. Anyone looking for
Vietnam fodder owes it to themselves to peruse 'The Tunnels of Cu Chi' (
ISBN: 0425089517 )
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0425089517/qid=1005232026/sr=8-1/ref=
sr_8_3_1/102-2156059-6740967 has excerpts and a look at the Index. They have
it available used for as little as $1.69 US. Unlike most of what's available
there are interviews with Victor Charlie, which are a real eye-opener.
Others have mentioned Davide's 'Over the Fence', but it's hard going
because FortuneCity is being difficult lately.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345322797/qid=1005232575/sr=2-1/ref=
sr_2_3_1/102-2156059-6740967 has excerpts from 'Everything We Had: An Oral
History of the Vietnam War by Thirty-Three American Soldiers Who Fought It'
by Al Santoli. Available used for $1.19 US. There are some reminiscences by
Operation Phoenix veterans in there which provide glimpses of what DG ops
would probably be like. The most frequently utilized piece of equipment was
the ubiquitous Ka-Bar knife.
When reading about SpecOps and such you get hints that there were strong
opinions and preferences concerning cutlery. It's probably worth a sidebar.
Mark McFadden
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of philip.ward@yestelevision.com
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 10:00 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
People have been saying:
> Others have mentioned Davide's 'Over the Fence', but it's hard going
> because FortuneCity is being difficult lately.
I have what should be a complete (-ish) set of Over the Fence files
on my HDD, if anybody wants them forwarded, I can have a 400K zip
file delivered shortly.
Cheers,
Phil
PS. Assuming Davide doesn't a) mind or b) fix it first.
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Hans-Christian Vortisch [greytiga@zedat.fu-berlin.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 10:30 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
> I have what should be a complete (-ish) set of Over the Fence files
> on my HDD, if anybody wants them forwarded, I can have a 400K zip
> file delivered shortly.
>
> Cheers,
> Phil
>
> PS. Assuming Davide doesn't a) mind or b) fix it first.
>
Assuming that, I would be very interested to see those.
Cheers
HANS
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Hans-Christian Vortisch [greytiga@zedat.fu-berlin.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 10:29 AM
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Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
The Lizard provided some good hints - thanks
> When reading about SpecOps and such you get hints that there were strong
> opinions and preferences concerning cutlery. It's probably worth a
sidebar.
>
Its already in there. the box is called "Radios, Rations, Razors". Would
have liked to put in Rock N Roll as well, but doubt it had much impact on
the critters ...
Cheers
HANS
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Chris Womack [jcwomack@earthlink.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 10:45 AM
To: deltagreen revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
A number of people have mentioned Davide's game resources, but if you're
looking for a piece of fiction to help get you in the proper frame of mind,
I'd highly recommend a work from another listmember, Dave Farnell's "Tiger,"
prequel to his magnum opus _Angel_. The short story is available at the
official DG website, at
http://www.delta-green.com/opint/case_histories/ch_ADG.DF-0010.html
C
Chris Womack
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of John Daly [jdaly_iv@yahoo.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 11:46 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
--- Gil Trevizo wrote:
> At 04:33 PM 11/7/2001 -0800, The Lizard King wrote:
> > > [SuperDave screams and tears out his eyeballs,
> moaning, "Why, why did Bush
> > > Sr. have to settle in Texas?]
> >
> > Because it was essential for an obvious Yankee
> Yalie from Oligarchsquat or
> >whatever that preppie farm he comes from to
> establish some Cowboy
> >credentials.
>
> That and the lack of a state income tax. The Bushes
> may have an address in
> Texas, but they ain't Texans. And besides, they're
> East Texans at
> best. The only "Cowboys" in East Texas may wear
> Stetsons, but they got
> pink soft hands that never saw an honest day's work
> in their lives.
>
> West Texas is where the real Cowboys rode, and they
> called themselves
> vaqueros, even the white ones. 'Course it's a
> shithole, but I still miss
> the desert - there's nothing more liberating than
> being out in the middle
> of nothingness.
>
> BTW the Luftwaffe thing isn't so unusual. I grew up
> outside Fort Bliss,
> and the place was swarming with them.
Swarming with Bat Luftwaffe!!
My God! It's true!!
John
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Hans-Christian Vortisch [greytiga@zedat.fu-berlin.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 12:35 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
Phil send me his (or rather, Davide's) files (thanks mate), but they dont
actually include any ops, only hints how to generate a character and stuff
like that. I dont need that, I have shitloads of info already written on
this (or it is already in GURPS rules somewhere), neither do I need
era-flavour or war accounts. My real-life bibliography is already far too
long. What I need is DELTA GREEN relevant stuff - primarily such that would
impact MACV-SOG or SEAL ops. Has nobody used Deep Ones in a Vietnam campaign
yet?
Cheers
HANS
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 1:06 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence
----- Original Message -----
From: "Dave Farnell"
> We were
> Rebels, Rebels true...our mascot was a funny-looking gnomish Confederate
> soldier. Cute little guy. As far as I know, we still haven't replaced him,
> and we're just vague "Rebels" without a cause, now. I've been pushing to
> adopt James Dean as a mascot.
Be thankful you didn't attend Butte HS in Arco, Idaho.
Check http://www.d111.k12.id.us/BHS/BHS.htm , a site I got from Cruel Site
of the Day.
Note the graphic. How much respect do you think the Butte Pirates get?
Mark McFadden
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Charles Green [rijel12@yahoo.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 1:11 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: My Old School [was [DG] More on Texas Homeland Defence]
7. No one drinks the tap water.
Not in Houston, anyway.
Is there some esoteric explanation, or is just the
water table that's too
polluted?
I mean, in Milan they do not drink tap water, but
that's because it would
be safer to just drink cyanide.
Well, technically you _can_ drink the tap water (i.e.
it won't kill you.) It just tastes awful. The water
treatment facilities in Midland are terrible. Often
there are rampant algae growths in the tanks,
resulting in foul smells as well as the awful taste.
Just nasty.
Charley
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Til Eulenspiegel [til_e@hotmail.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 1:28 PM
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>
> Well, technically you _can_ drink the tap water (i.e.
> it won't kill you.) It just tastes awful. The water
> treatment facilities in Midland are terrible. Often
> there are rampant algae growths in the tanks,
> resulting in foul smells as well as the awful taste.
> Just nasty.
>
I'll bear witness to that! The first time I travelled to Houston,
my partners and I took to driving _far_ out of our way to find
restaurants that drew water from someplace outside the affected
region. (And these were Texas-sized detours!)
ObDG: How do you make your players role-play low-SAN PCs?
Something inobvious on that trip made three rational people
significantly change their behavior. The Mythos hides from the sight
of the herd, and those who've suffered exposure to it bear a mark.
Mechanically, the PC has low SAN. In play, the player should have the
character act strangely. This behavior should be rational based on
the character's experience, but far beyond the pale of those who
haven't had similar tragedy befall them. For instance, a character
attacked by Y'golonac might well develop anorexia or bulemia without
realizing it. (Keepers should encourage this. 'You look at the people
eating ice cream, stuffing themselves with frozen gelatinous milk-fat
and sugar. You think back to--and then you stop. You know what
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Gil Trevizo [furrylogic@mindspring.com]
Sent: Friday, November 09, 2001 1:29 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
At 07:35 PM 11/8/2001 +0100, Hans-Christian Vortisch wrote:
>What I need is DELTA GREEN relevant stuff - primarily such that would
>impact MACV-SOG or SEAL ops. Has nobody used Deep Ones in a Vietnam campaign
>yet?
The closest Deep Ones (out of MoN) are from Grey Dragon Island, but that is
only 300 miles from Shanghai and from the map in MoN it looks way too far
north to impact things in Vietnam. Perhaps the SEALs run into a few
ranging far south while on covert ops in Haiphong harbor though. The
Mekong Delta sounds more interesting as that was where the majority of SEAL
operations took place...
Cao Bai, a weird syncretic cult based on a mix of animist, Christian, and
Buddhist beliefs, were tapped to fight the Viet Cong and NVA in III and IV
Corps. You could either mix in the Mythos with them or use them as the
framework for a popular Mythos cult fighting for the South Vietnamese.
The PRU are some ruthless motherfuckers that fought alongside the SEALs and
were used in PHOENIX assassinations - they had a habit of cutting the liver
out of the enemy dead and taking a bite out of it. They were recruited
from convicted murderers and rapists, so some lone Tcho-Tcho or cultist
might've been sprung from prison to serve with the PRUs.
Another avenue for Mythos-infected criminal elements could be the Nung,
though I only read them working with the Special Forces and not SEALs,
mostly as bodyguards. The Nung were ethnic Chinese, and were movers and
shakers in the Saigon underworld. They could be Mythos-infected, with
Satchel Wade's Cambodian mistress running a brothel under their protection,
and/or as an off-shoot of the Order of the Bloated Woman.
Back to Deep Ones, maybe Ngo Dinh Diem wasn't assassinated just because it
was the Vietnamese equivalent of Charles I of England. Maybe DG
orchestrated his killing because they discovered some "fish-blood" in his
family tree. And for some Lizardo-like synchronicity, Diem and JFK were
assassinated in the same year within a short space of time.
Unfortunately, the SEALs were mostly a direct action sort of group in
Vietnam. They didn't get as involved with local populace as the Army
Special Forces, so there was less opportunity for them to "go native" with
some degenerate Mythos cult in the middle of the jungle. But they were
probably involved in the Cambodian operation in 1969.
Gil
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of The Lizard King [lizardrex@charter.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 1:44 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
----- Original Message -----
From: "Gil Trevizo"
> Back to Deep Ones, maybe Ngo Dinh Diem wasn't assassinated just because it
> was the Vietnamese equivalent of Charles I of England. Maybe DG
> orchestrated his killing because they discovered some "fish-blood" in his
> family tree. And for some Lizardo-like synchronicity, Diem and JFK were
> assassinated in the same year within a short space of time.
There are indications of some hybrids in the Air Cav. A Colonel Kilgore
surrounded himself with an unblinking circle of surfers, and his unit had a
tendency to hug the shore for some reason.
Let's just say I wouldn't let any of them drink from my canteen, if you
know what I mean.
Mark McFadden
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Matt "TrollBoy" Wiseman [trollboy@shoggoth.net]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 3:52 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com; dar@horusinc.com
Subject: Re: [DG] The Dead List Sketch
3 of my posts have not gone through..
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From: "David Rodemaker"
To:
Sent: Tuesday, November 06, 2001 9:49 PM
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
> >
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Hans-Christian Vortisch [greytiga@zedat.fu-berlin.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 5:07 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
>
> The closest Deep Ones (out of MoN) are from Grey Dragon Island, but that
is
> only 300 miles from Shanghai and from the map in MoN it looks way too far
> north to impact things in Vietnam.
DG mentions the USS Santa Cruz being lost in Vietnamese waters in 1981. Id
say it is safe to assume that the Deep Ones and "something huge and
octopoid" were already around 10 years earlier.
Perhaps the SEALs run into a few
> ranging far south while on covert ops in Haiphong harbor though. The
> Mekong Delta sounds more interesting as that was where the majority of
SEAL
> operations took place...
The SEALs had their share of over the fence ops in North Vietnamese coastal
areas, operating from PTF boats.
>
> Cao Bai, a weird syncretic cult based on a mix of animist, Christian, and
> Buddhist beliefs, were tapped to fight the Viet Cong and NVA in III and IV
> Corps. You could either mix in the Mythos with them or use them as the
> framework for a popular Mythos cult fighting for the South Vietnamese.
I have neither the space nor the inclination to make up something completely
new. I need to know if there is an official line on SEALs or other Brown
Water Navy types meeting established Mythos threats, which most likely would
be Deep Ones (given their area of operations), or possibly Tcho-Tcho on deep
recon in remote areas.
>
> Unfortunately, the SEALs were mostly a direct action sort of group in
> Vietnam. They didn't get as involved with local populace as the Army
> Special Forces, so there was less opportunity for them to "go native" with
> some degenerate Mythos cult in the middle of the jungle.
I do not see that as unfortunate - it allows them to be used by DG for
direct actions prior to 1969. This can either be played relatively straight
forward, or as unbalancing "prior history" of modern DG agents (à la
Operation OBSIDIAN).
But they were
> probably involved in the Cambodian operation in 1969.
>
What does "probably" mean? Is there an official position on that?
Cheers
HANS
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Hans-Christian Vortisch [greytiga@zedat.fu-berlin.de]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 5:11 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
> There are indications of some hybrids in the Air Cav. A Colonel Kilgore
> surrounded himself with an unblinking circle of surfers, and his unit had
a
> tendency to hug the shore for some reason.
> Let's just say I wouldn't let any of them drink from my canteen, if you
> know what I mean.
>
The whole movie stinks of DG, doesnt it? A clandestine operation, degenerate
tribemen, a god-priest, corrupted agents, lots of firepower that cant
achieve anything and is overpowered in the end by primitive means (arrows,
"a spear?!" and a hacking knife), a bleeding journey into the darkness.
Cheers
HANS
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [michelina.ponsetto@tin.it]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 5:27 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
Cheers.
>PS. Assuming Davide doesn't a) mind or b) fix it first.
a) of course I do not mind.
Go on and send the stuff at your leisure, and please accept my thanks for
doing what I'm momentarily unable to do.
b) not likely for at least two weeks still.
I'll post more on the subject of DG-Nam as soon as possible (books are
stacking up behind my bed, including a hardbound copy of "Going After
Cacciato".I mercifully saved from the mills of the recycler)
More later.
Davide Mana
does not sleep anymore
Torino, Italy
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Davide Mana [michelina.ponsetto@tin.it]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 5:42 PM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
Greetings.
>Phil send me his (or rather, Davide's) files (thanks mate), but they dont
>actually include any ops, only hints how to generate a character and stuff
>like that. I dont need that, I have shitloads of info already written on
>this (or it is already in GURPS rules somewhere), neither do I need
>era-flavour or war accounts. My real-life bibliography is already far too
>long. What I need is DELTA GREEN relevant stuff - primarily such that would
>impact MACV-SOG or SEAL ops. Has nobody used Deep Ones in a Vietnam campaign
>yet?
Sorry my stuff turned out being useless.
For the record, I used Tcho-tchos and byakhees - not overly original, I
admit it.
There's little else I can offer at the moment but one fundamental reading
suggestion.
Get Tim O'Brien "The Things They Carried" - if it's not in your
bibliography already (which would surprise me considering your already
proven research skills), then get it now because without it you loose a
monumental slice of hard data and impressions (which are extremely
important in this sort of thing).
Anyway, get O'Brien book and check out the story called (IIRC) "The Little
Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong" (I've an Italian translation. Anyway, it's
the ninth chapter in the book).
That story alone has all the DG material anybody might need, and it's a
campaign (and a chilling one) waiting to happen.
It's also one of the most truly Lovecraftian pieces of fiction I ever read,
and was written by someone that was not aiming at being Lovecraft all over
again.
He was not even planning to write horror.
I hope this helps more than my old files.
Good luck.
Davide Mana
Torino, Italy
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From: owner-deltagreen@revolutionsf.com on behalf of Gil Trevizo [furrylogic@mindspring.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 7:56 AM
To: deltagreen@revolutionsf.com
Subject: Re: [DG] SEALs, Vietnam and DG
At 12:07 AM 11/9/2001 +0100, Hans-Christian Vortisch wrote:
>DG mentions the USS Santa Cruz being lost in Vietnamese waters in 1981. Id
>say it is safe to assume that the Deep Ones and "something huge and
>octopoid" were already around 10 years earlier.
Maybe. The DO colony in Cornwall is very recent, so it might not be that
old. But the whole region is also the former spot of the Muvian continent,
where I believe DOs were involved, but I could wrong. And that area is
between the Grey Dragon Island colony and R'lyeh, so it's not inconcievable
that they were simply making or coming back from a pilgrimage.
>I have neither the space nor the inclination to make up something completely
>new.
You asked for what "we know about any involvements", Hans. I didn't know
you wanted canon-only, so don't bite my head off for taking the time to
offer suggestions.
>I need to know if there is an official line on SEALs or other Brown
>Water Navy types meeting established Mythos threats, which most likely would
>be Deep Ones (given their area of operations), or possibly Tcho-Tcho on deep
>recon in remote areas.
No, there isn't. Army Special Forces were involved with Tcho-Tcho. Lepus,
a Marine Corps sniper was involved in the Cambodia operation. No SEALs.
> But they were
> > probably involved in the Cambodian operation in 1969.
> >
>What does "probably" mean? Is there an official position on that?
"Probably" means I took a moment out of my day to think up for you several
ways in which SEALs could be involved in DG ops in Vietnam. If you want the
official position, ask Pagan.
Gil
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