No one knows. No one knows, Cal. I’m going to find out. I still have the phone message. He must have ditched the phone, because they never found him, or if they did, they never came to me about it. I listen to it, sometimes, when I’m lost in a problem and I can’t think my way out.
April 22, 2020
A killing spree is horrifying enough. When all eight members of the Ridgeway family are gunned down by a math student who then kills himself, Delta Green sees hints that make it more terrible still. Your Agents have to stop the madness before it spreads.
March 29, 2020
It didn't come to me first, of course, and I have no idea how old it is really. I have some ideas though, you can kind of work it out from what's in it. I mean, I'm pretty sure a portion of it is from a Buick Skylark dash, there's a ZX Spectrum computer, and a 1966 Zenith black and white TV.
March 23, 2020
Most people don’t even know there is a show, so that it goes on is really almost beside the point. It’s like the sun, because it’s not an outcome, it’s a cause. Unlike the sun, it’s one that few ever gain the privilege of seeing.
February 12, 2020
I know where you go when you sleep. Where we all go. Hell, I’m not sure if it’s that, or maybe we come here from there when we wake. It’s so hard to tell, now. We’re in week 7. I can tell that it’s week 7 because it’s on everything. On my meal tray. On the pill tray.
January 27, 2020
First Cliff, I’m not dead. I mean, where you are I am dead. But I’m not dead, really. I'm at the library. I know this doesn't make sense. But I've included all you need to come find me inside this box. But put the rock aside for a bit. I know you. You're thinking Sandy fucking checked out. But no.
December 24, 2019