Delta Green d20 is coming!

[paradox42]

Thanks for the scoop Jurgen- this is indeed a book to drive gamers everywhere into a frenzy when the time comes.

 

[Kunimatyu]

Ia! Ia! The stars are once again right!

 

[Aaron L]

Ok, this isn't related to the release of the DG D2o book; ot's just connected to DG. Those of you who know DG will get it.


In the area where I live there is apparently a garbage disposal company with the initials DG. Every so often, on the side of the road, or in back alleys, or on the sides of buildings, you'll come across these big, green, box-like dumpster things that say DG on them in big letters. Every time I see them I chuckle and wonder to myself if I looked inside if I'd find a cache of weapons and equipment. Those of my friends who've played in my Delta Green games have started getting the joke, and chuckle along with me, but for those who haven't it's a bit harder to explain.

I'm referring to Green Boxes, for those who've had a night at the opera before.

 

[Professor Phobos]

This is Delta Green.

Major General Reginald Fairfield, U.S. Army (Ret.)
Final Report
2/25/94

It's been twenty-four years, a month, and two days since the bastards
brought us down.

In that time we've come back strong, doing things they couldn't
conceive of doing. They think they understand us, those who know we're
still around. They think we're cowboys, meddlers... They think we're
just too pig-headed and selfish and old to let go of what we once
were.

They know nothing.

They think they're better than us. Stronger than us. And worst of all,
they just plain think they're right. They sit in their offices and
debate the Accord with the skinny little s from space. They sell
out the American dream in exchange for stealth technology and sonic
weapons. They betray our highest ideals, our loftiest principals.
They've lost sight of who they serve--the people who vote them and
their kind into power. They've forgotten why they're in power.

They know nothing.

Every night my teeth rest in a glass and every morning I have a bowel
movement and I couldn't even begin to get it up these days. My eyes
are hollow and bloodshot and my wife left me fifteen years ago. My
children are callow monsters who laugh at me and the ideals I cherish
and vote fools into office because they saw them on MTV.

They know nothing.

My generation supposedly saved the world from the forces of darkness.
Now everyone thinks that evil died in 1945--or was it 1989? They think
that things will never be that bad again. They think the apocalypse,
the end of all we hold dear, just isn't going to happen. They abandon
the Lord and don't go to church and teach sex in the schools and put
filth on the television.

They know nothing.

Evil never dies. Darkness never retreats. In the cracks and the
crevices of our society there are monsters undreamed of by the rank
and file of humanity. I've been there. I've seen them. They exist in
the spaces between things, in the folds of existence where we can't
find them. Sometimes they cross over, sometimes they manifest, and all
Hell breaks loose. Only this is not Hell, nor Heaven. This is like
nothing anyone has ever understood. This is pure evil, pure
destruction. This is the apocalypse, and I've been fighting it tooth
and nail since 1961. They made me retire in 1970 when Cambodia blew up
in their faces and they blamed us, but I didn't stop then and I'm not
stopping now. They think I gave it all up that day in the Pentagon
when they told me the choice--the only choice--I would be allowed. I
took it, and then, like most of us, I made the decision to continue
the fight. They thought we were washed up.

They know nothing.

But they know enough. They know how we started--a little slice of the
OSS, investigating the Nazis' interest in the occult. They know what
we found--how the supernatural was realer than real and more powerful
than the A-bomb. They know what we accomplished--three decades spent
fighting the monsters wherever they cropped up, three decades that
kept the world a saner place. They know what we want--to abolish the
accord and send those ET s back to wherever they came from.

They know nothing.

Things are different today. There's a whole new generation coming into
the ranks, men--and women, for Christ's sake--who are smarter and
slicker and tougher than I ever was. We've got it down to a science.
Something crops up, phone calls are made, operatives are re-assigned,
paperwork is filed,
and the darkness gets pushed back for another day. When it's over
everyone goes back to their routine and no official records exist to
reveal the truth. We travel light, we probe deep, and we strike hard.
We're Delta Green, and we may be outlaws and cowboys and fools, but
we've kept this
green ball of safe and sound for longer than most people have
been alive. They think we're idiots.

They know nothing. But they know enough.

The Majestic group made the deal. They signed over the constitution to
the Greys, those bastards from space--or so they claim--in exchange
for technology and information. Majestic thumbs their nose at the
Executive Branch and has more security clearances than brains. They
call the shots when it comes to the Accord with the Greys, and they
dispense the technology breakthroughs and they cover their tracks and
they let the aliens do whatever they like to God-fearing U.S.
citizens. They're fools. I've seen the Greys for what they really are,
and they sure as hell aren't refugees fleeing a sun gone nova. The
things that lie behind the Greys are no different from the things I've
been fighting on the edges of reality since '61. I couldn't begin to
guess what they're really up to, but Majestic couldn't care less. They
just want to make deals and cover their ass.

They know nothing. But they know enough.

They know what I've been up to. Finally, after fourteen years, a
month, and two days, they've figured it out. The news reached me
fifteen minutes ago through six connections and two satellite
bounces--the news that they were coming for me. I could give a .
I've lived life true and full and rich and I've never betrayed my
country. I've done my duty and ten times more and I regret nothing.
Nothing.

I have, perhaps, another ten minutes before they arrive. They'll come
tromping through the snow and put a bullet in my brain. My
communications have been "out of order" for hours, all except for the
line I laid myself three years ago after hoarding the equipment for
twice that time. That's my
escape route. A digital relay that will take this letter and the
accompanying files and put them in the hands of my successors. A line
that our slimy twin DELTA, the Majestic wetworks boys, know nothing
of. I've used it five times since I set it up, and it, at least, is
secure. It's enough to get this information into the hands of Delta
Green. It may be enough to save this planet a few times more.

That's it. My power just died, except for the backup generator I
installed in the basement for this room. They're upstairs, tripping my
internal alarms. In minutes they'll come through the hidden passage
and spread my insides across the wall.

Before they do, they'll have a fight on their hands. I may be eighty,
but I'm the toughest goddamn son of a bitch these s will ever
meet. I'm Delta Green, and I'm not dying alone.

But first, I'm going to hit Send and put this information into the
hands of a few people who will carry on the fight. People who will
crush the Accord and--when the time comes--who will tell the public
about all the lies our government has been force-feeding them since
the Roswell saucer crash in 1947. They'll carry on and they'll fight
hard and true and maybe they'll leave a better world for their
children than the one I'm leaving behind.

Entry One has been breached. Time to get this show on the road. They
have no idea the kind of Hell I've prepared for them. May God have
mercy on my soul.

(signed)
Major General Reginald Fairfield, U.S. Army (Ret.)

EDIT: Admittedly it is a little less effective with smiley faces in place of the cursing...

 

[jefgorbach]

SOLD !!!!!!!

Now if i could only find a retailer/site willing to part with a handy copy....soon, very soon, i hope?

 

[Wraith Form]

Finally, there is proof that the reprint of Delta Green has a phyical existence in this dimension!

I disbelieve!

 

[Wraith Form]

I imagine it to be like the X-files for Cthulhu. Does it come with an adventure?

That's very much what it's like. And yes, it has (IIRC) two or three beginning-to-middlin' level adventures.

 

[Jürgen Hubert]

I disbelieve!

This isn't D&D. While disbelieving something might help you retain some of your sanity, it will do absolutely nothing to protect you from the horrid monstrosity tracking you through space-time.

 

[Philotomy Jurament]

Delta Green and Delta Green: Countdown rank among the very finest RPG products ever published, IMO. I'm not in the market for the reprint (I have the originals, and I use BRP), but if you've never checked out Delta Green, it's definitely worth it to pick it up. Heck, even if you never play it, it's worth it just to read the book, IMO.

 

[Jürgen Hubert]

Delta Green and Delta Green: Countdown rank among the very finest RPG products ever published, IMO. I'm not in the market for the reprint (I have the originals, and I use BRP), but if you've never checked out Delta Green, it's definitely worth it to pick it up. Heck, even if you never play it, it's worth it just to read the book, IMO.

Indeed. From Delta Green: Countdown, I used the treatment of the Hastur Mythos for an adventure set in the Forgotten Realms, and the ideas in the Shan-related sections for a very memorable Warhammer Fantasy adventure.

And one day, I am going to use the Skoptsi chapter, too. These eunuchs are going to creep the players out...