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The Delta Green agents stalk through the desert, only to end up in a car chase. Do they get the Hitler sex tape? Tune in to see.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Delta Green uncovers a dark secret. The agents follow their noses and try not to die.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Delta Green gets into a gunfight with Neo-Nazis in a bar. Everything is fine.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

AI statement

First and foremost, I know this statement is for those terminally online people who probably just need to take a walk every day and leave their phone at home. That said, I want to make it clear that I am not a fan of generative AI for art. Early in our first season, I used AI assets for marketing and thumbnails. It was a different time when we launched the show, and I didn't know the full extent of these companies' evil. Also, the environmental impact of data centers was not transparent. Since then, I’ve done my best to strip out any AI materials in our historical episodes and replace them with royalty-free items or assets from my paid Envato license. If I missed some stuff in the wild, so be it; I’m a busy dad who works and uses his free time to create a show for people to enjoy at no cost.

Delta Green agents are led to a bar in rural Texas. They try to pick up the trail of the Hitler film reel.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

AI statement

First and foremost, I know this statement is for those terminally online people who probably just need to take a walk every day and leave their phone at home. That said, I want to make it clear that I am not a fan of generative AI for art. Early in our first season, I used AI assets for marketing and thumbnails. It was a different time when we launched the show, and I didn't know the full extent of these companies' evil. Also, the environmental impact of data centers was not transparent. Since then, I’ve done my best to strip out any AI materials in our historical episodes and replace them with royalty-free items or assets from my paid Envato license. If I missed some stuff in the wild, so be it; I’m a busy dad who works and uses his free time to create a show for people to enjoy at no cost.

There's a mess in the desert. Can Delta Green clean up a long history of violence?

They'll probably just add more carnage to the border.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

AI statement

First and foremost, I know this statement is for those terminally online people who probably just need to take a walk every day and leave their phone at home. That said, I want to make it clear that I am not a fan of generative AI for art. Early in our first season, I used AI assets for marketing and thumbnails. It was a different time when we launched the show, and I didn't know the full extent of these companies' evil. Also, the environmental impact of data centers was not transparent. Since then, I’ve done my best to strip out any AI materials in our historical episodes and replace them with royalty-free items or assets from my paid Envato license. If I missed some stuff in the wild, so be it; I’m a busy dad who works and uses his free time to create a show for people to enjoy at no cost.

Delta Green Podcast

Dead Channels

Caleb Stokes talks about his future interests in writing, politics, his favorite roleplaying disaster, and what he's been up to.

Something is waiting in the blasted sands on the US-Mexico border. Depravity sleeps while Delta Green agents meddle.

Introduction from Nathan and Lex from RPG Reanimators.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Mash gets home, only to kick out on the road once again. This time he's headed to El Paso, Texas.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

What lies beneath the mountain? What did the Soviets hide? Who has it now? Welcome to hell. Delta Green isn't there to answer questions.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Borders are fake, yet empires bleed for them. Some crossings were never meant to happen.

Theme song by Chris Hamje.

Vocals by Kimmy from Black Flare.

Produced and written by Nick Sayers.

Cast

Jimmy from Hand on the Door

Ryan

Jordan

Patrick

Nick Sayers

Additional Cast

Bill

Charlie from the Null Project.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

The Sinking of C'Thagn was written by JVC Parry and illustrated by Luke Stratton | Limithron. Buy it here.

Watch our friends at RPG Reanimators on YouTube.

There is no room for empire or rebellion when the abyss finally opens its eyes. The grand finale of our Pirate Borg adventure is live, and it proves that when the sea decides to repaint the world in black ink, you either learn to adapt or you dissolve into the surf.

Join us on the latest Dead Letter as we laugh, kill, and die our way through Pirate Borg.

Cast

Nathan (see his writing here)

Lex

Patrick (see his writing here)

Jordan

Dead Letter Bureau is an independent production by Nick Sayers. It is not affiliated with Limithron LLC. It is published under the PIRATE BORG Third Party License. PIRATE BORG is ©2022 Limithron LLC.

The crew pushes deeper into the mysterious city that is seemingly trying to kill them and the rest of humanity. Join us on the latest Dead Letter as we laugh, kill, and die our way through Pirate Borg.

Cast

Nathan (see his writing here)

Lex

Patrick (see his writing here)

JordanWritten by JVC Parry, Illustrated by Limithron. Buy it here.

Watch our friends at RPG Reanimators on YouTube.

Dead Letter Bureau is an independent production by Nick Sayers. It is not affiliated with Limithron LLC. It is published under the PIRATE BORG Third Party License. PIRATE BORG is ©2022 Limithron LLC.

Scenario written by JVC Parry, Illustrated by Limithron. Buy it here.

Watch our friends at RPG Reanimators on YouTube.

A crew sets out to find immeasurable wealth in a hidden city. What will they find that has emerged from the deep? Join us on the latest Dead Letter as we laugh, kill, and die our way through Pirate Borg.

Cast

Nathan (see his writing here)

Lex

Patrick (see his writing here)

Jordan

Dead Letter Bureau is an independent production by Nick Sayers. It is not affiliated with Limithron LLC. It is published under the PIRATE BORG Third Party License. PIRATE BORG is ©2022 Limithron LLC.

Wading through knee-deep drifts of pulverized bone toward Mount Death, Bellum and Vraehk set out to assassinate a cult leader. Instead, they managed to dismantle a scapegoat pinned by literal iron sins, turn a cultist encampment into a raging grease-fire of human fat, and completely subvert the will of a biblically accurate cosmic horror.

If you are digging these OSR-style actual plays, jump into the Discord and let us know. We are currently considering combining some of these projects and splitting the feeds to create a dedicated network for systems like Mörk Borg, Pirate Borg, and Mothership.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

The Unholy Bible, Fear and Trembling, is an independent production by Nick Sayers and is not affiliated with Ockult Örtmästare Games or Stockholm Kartell. It is published under the MÖRK BORG Third Party License.

Wade through knee-deep drifts of pulverized bone and rusted iron. In this episode, Bellum and Vraehk trudge into a valley that is nothing but a necrotic gutter toward Mount Death. What begins as a quest for vengeance for the concubine Hagar spirals into an absolute, blood-drenched subversion of the divine.

Listen as our wretched anti-heroes dismantle a scapegoat pinned down by literal iron sins, reduce a cultist encampment to a raging grease-fire of human fat, and scale an obsidian void using a grappling hook and sheer desperation. At the summit, the sky rips wide. A cosmic abomination of intersecting, rusted iron wheels and thousands of frantically blinking eyes rejects the child Isaac and demands a new lamb.

The bomb is thrown. The dark blade is pried from the stone. But in the dying world of Mörk Borg, success is the ultimate curse. Bellum and Vraehk escape with wealth beyond measure—only to be dragged screaming into an unwanted, apocalyptic godhood where their every word is calcified into scripture and their followers mutilate themselves in their name.

The Unholy Bible, Fear and Trembling, is an independent production by Nick Sayers and is not affiliated with Ockult Örtmästare Games or Stockholm Kartell. It is published under the MÖRK BORG Third Party License.

The Plantation By NOORA ROSE

Warnings: Body Horror, Cannibalism, Graphic Violence, Harm to Animals

Charlie is from This Line Isn't Secure

The borderlands have reclaimed this territory, but the remnants of high society refuse to die quietly. Our hunters must navigate an oppressive, heat-choked landscape where starving, lace-clad aristocrats have traded their finery for raw meat in the mud. As the tall grass warps into unnatural shapes and the buzzing of flies grows deafening, Inda and Thorum are forced to dig their own path into the pitch-black foundation of the manor house to find the rumored hoard.

Trophy Dark is a game about doomed treasure hunters driven by their own desperate obsessions. In this session, the temptation of unimaginable wealth goes head-to-head with the corrupted, bottomless gluttony of the estate. Listen as Jordan and Charlie plunge into the unlit cellar, pushing their luck and testing exactly how much of their humanity they are willing to sacrifice for a taste of the prize.

Nick sits down with Tom Ogas, the primary handler and co-creator of the critically acclaimed Delta Green actual-play podcast, Stories & Lies. Moving away from the active campaign, this raw, behind-the-scenes conversation pulls back the curtain on the creative mechanics of high-production TTRPG storytelling.

Subscribe to Stories & Lies feed today to be informed when new episodes arrive. If you'd like to support the show, ⁠please visit their Patreon⁠. Join them on their ⁠⁠Discord server⁠⁠ and play RPGs with them! Also, check out their website too⁠.

In this exclusive post-campaign wrap-up, the creators and cast from Dead Letter Bureau and Hand on the Door break down the final curtain call of Damnatio Memoriae. Joining the crew are Patrick G. (the season's Handler) and Hank (the lead writer of the campaign), pulling back the curtain on the actual trauma, hidden mechanics, and structural design choices that shaped the season.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

It is 6AM on the final day. Sleep-deprived and operating on pure prescription stimulants, and transporting three industrial cylinders of Phosgene gas, the remaining operatives of the cell descend into the subterranean levels of a condemned downtown department store.

Down in the boiler room, the campaign’s expanding geographic spiral finally reaches its center. To neutralize an entity that has spent years quietly devouring the reality and personal histories of the Pacific Northwest, the agents are forced to make a series of agonizing, split-second calculations, weighing the literal preservation of their own sanity against the cold mathematics of containment.

There is no plot armor left, no safety net, and no chance to catch their breath.

Thank you to Patrick G. for handling this incredible run, Hank for writing it, the fine people at Hand on the Door for joining us, and to everyone who tuned in for Damnatio Memoriae.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

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Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

It is 6:00 AM on December 31, 2024. Pushed past the brink of mortal sleep deprivation and operating on raw tactical impulse, the cell moves on the condemned Bon Marché building. Armed with a final, desperate evacuation cover story from Agent Madison, the agents breach the concrete interior through the rear loading docks, transporting their lethal Phosgene payload into the freezing subterranean depths.

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Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Discover what happens when a high-stakes cosmic horror investigation collides with the clinical grimness of a gritty espionage thriller. In this episode of our Delta Green actual play campaign, Damnatio Memoriae, the sleep-deprived agents of the cell arrive in Seattle at 5:00 AM, pushed to their absolute limits and running on pure adrenaline.

To track an elusive target through a city plagued by a strange environmental contagion that systematically erases human memory, the team relies on a brilliant bureaucratic loophole: tracking the automated data networks that are physically incapable of forgetting. The investigation leads them to a decaying, mold-infested apartment containing a long-abandoned laptop. The recovered digital archives reveal a history of terrifying, desperate biological experiments—forcing the cell to confront a horrific tactical reality to neutralize the threat.

With the clock ticking toward the final incursion, the agents plan a tense tactical stakeout at a street-level coffee shop embedded in a massive, condemned downtown department store.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

The 2:00 AM highway run to Seattle turns into a clinical descent into hell. While Agent Magpie uses his medical gear to carve the intricate ABLANATHANALBA sigil onto Miles's and Moorison's flesh in the back of a moving van, the universe strikes back at their defenses. A single phone call from a localized vector shatters the distance between the campaign's global stakes and the characters' domestic lives. Forced to choose between structural compartmentalization and emotional collapse, the cell transforms from an investigative unit into a hardened, heavily armed machine with zero remaining ties to the world they are trying to protect.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

Miles and Magpie now realize that they cannot trust their own sensory input. Without the physical scarification of the brand, they are completely vulnerable to the dream-space transmissions. By moving the timeline forward and rushing Hayden's apartment at 0300 hours, they are betting their lives that they can outrun the contagion before their motor skills fully degrade.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dead-letter-bureau-delta-green/id1826992923

Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

The scrubbing has failed. The memories of August 2020 have returned like a sleeper agent activating in the middle of a dinner party. The air in the house is no longer stagnant; it is vibrating with the sound of automatic fire and the muttering of a Messiah in a five-thousand-dollar suit.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

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Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

The San Juan Island investigation reaches a fiery conclusion. The team learns that some witnesses can't be silenced by a bullet, and some missions can't be survived with your memory intact.

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Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

The air on the island has turned. It’s no longer an investigation; it’s a surgical amputation. In the modernist villa, the "meditation" has left behind more than just headless corpses. It has left a hole in the fabric of things.

Gavin Ross used to say that a man has only one life, but an agent has many "legends." Tonight, those legends were perforated by lead and lithium.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

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Find us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@deadletterbureau

Find transcripts: https://dead-letter-bureau.captivate.fm/

Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

The air was salt and stagnant diesel, and the man waiting on the bench was the greatest mystery of all: Agent Liam. Younger, sharper, his face yet unmarred by the scrubbing that would one day turn him into the hollowed-out wreck known as Roger Douglas.

Madison’s briefing was a collection of uncomfortable facts: a modernist villa on San Juan Island, three decapitated bodies, and a Guru who claims he was merely traveling through a meditative trance when the heads were taken. It is the sort of story the deep state would call a messy distraction, but for Delta Green, it’s a siren song.

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/576NbWAEm1uOBDxlW1F4Os?si=c7228e49ddb94035

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Talk to us on Discord: https://discord.gg/2RFYaWHm33

Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

The air in Washington was not moving. It was August 2020, a time of stagnant trades and empty streets, where the only thing spreading faster than the contagion was the quiet rot of isolation. Behind the closed curtains of their respective legends, the agents of the cell were busy sharpening their knives.

They call it downtime in the handbooks, but for men like these, there is no such thing as rest, only the recalibration of one’s neuroses.

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Guest intro done by Charlie of Null Project. Hear him regularly on This Line Isn't Secure.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

Between the ritualistic gestures on a burned laptop and the authentic trauma of a memory returning like a physical blow, the team is no longer investigating a target. They are investigating an amputation of their own history.

Welcome to the best Delta Green mystery in town.

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Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

While Mull and Moorison prepare to intercept Roger Douglas at his therapist’s office, Miles and Magpie infiltrate Roger’s home. What they find is not just the residence of a "burned" agent, but a frantic laboratory of memory.

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Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta Green Partnership, who has licensed its use here. The contents of this podcast are ©Nick Sayers, excepting those elements that are components of the Delta Green intellectual property.

Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

The road to Lake Chelan is paved with bad omens. In the latest chapter of our Delta Green crossover, the investigation into a "burned" agent takes a sharp, jagged turn at Snoqualmie Pass.

What was supposed to be a routine pit stop for hot chocolate and energy drinks descends into a high-altitude nightmare. As the team tries to outrun a growing sense of paranoia, they realize that the "forgetting" isn't just a clinical diagnosis, it’s a contagion.

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Made in partnership with Hand on the Door.

Patrick G - Handler and co-writer, read his writing here!

Damnatio Memoriae Written by Hank Belanger

Music by Sam Winham - Listen to more of his jams.

Cast

Sam as Mull

Jimmy as Moorison

Jordan as Magpie

Nick as Miles

When a disgraced former agent surfaces at a university library to photograph a fake manuscript, Delta Green sends in a team to determine if he’s a senile old man or a genuine threat.

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Kimmy is from a Delta Green actual play podcast called Black Flare, played the android: T.A.M.M.Y (Talking, And, Moving, Machine, Yeah)

Charlie is from This Line Isn't Secure and played Mikhail Orlov

Jeremy (spacechef), who played Nikolai, would love you to join his Recipe Club Discord

Zero hope. When the crew of the Rimor 89 is violently ripped from cryo-sleep, they find themselves not in orbit, but entombed in a flooded, rusted submarine at the bottom of an alien ocean. Surrounded by parasitic abominations and the calcified mistakes of a long-dead corporate bio-weapons division, three crewmates must fight their way to the surface. It’s a claustrophobic nightmare of failing flamethrowers, acid burns, and android nightmares. Will they drown in the dark, or will the silence of space be an even worse tomb?

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If you're out there searching the dark for the best Delta Green podcast, well, pull up a chair, Constant Listener. Sometimes the worst horrors don't come with fangs and claws—sometimes they come wearing a cheap suit and a silenced pistol. We've got a haunted mechanic turning wrenches to drown out the paranoia, and a slick fixer learning the hard way that poking around in black-budget aerospace companies can get your family smothered right on their own couch. It's all leading down a long, dusty road to El Paso. This is Delta Green Actual Play that gets right under your skin and stays there.

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Cast

Nick Sayers... Writer, Handler, and Editor

Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

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Mark Stone as Ben Kirk from Stories & Lies. Give their recent run of God's Teeth a listen now!

Max from 9MM Retirement Radio as Gavin Ross.

Welcome to the Season 1 Finale.

Down in a Texas pasture, a man is trying to spell his own name using a makeshift Ouija board painted on a piece of plywood. The catch? He's wearing about a thousand pounds of cowhide and hooves, and all he can do is chew the cud and wait. That's just the start of this Delta Green Actual Play nightmare.

Up in a rented storage unit, a spook in a rumpled suit is making a broken man sing a very special song. It ain't the kind they play on the radio. It's a song that opens up the sky like a zipper and lets the things in—the things that made a dark, dirty deal with the men in Washington a long time ago.

While the sky bleeds purple and 50-caliber bullets start tearing through the trees, a couple of survivors are trying to bury their mistakes under a few feet of topsoil and a whole lot of bureaucratic red tape. It all ends in the tomb of a dead mall, staring down the barrel of a Benelli shotgun, and a vow of vengeance spoken over a satellite phone. If you like your Lovecraftian TTRPGs with a side of small-town dread, you're in the right place.

Cast

Nick Sayers... Writer, Handler, and Editor

Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

Podcast art by Studio Janie

Music and Sound Effects from Envato.

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The Handler returns, wearing surgical booties and carrying a silencer, turning a motel room into an interrogation cell. The hierarchy is re-established not with paperwork, but with the cold logic of a predator corralling its prey.

In this psychological Delta Green Actual Play, the bond between agents dissolves into paranoia. One is whisked away to a storage unit to teach a madman a song that breaks reality, while another stands under a hot shower and watches her own flesh disassemble a lead slug atom by atom. The Fixer secures her place in the food chain, and we learn that in the world of the unnatural, survival is just a matter of who you're willing to sell out first.

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Nick Sayers... Writer, Handler, and Editor

Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

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Gavin Ross, played by Max of 9mm Retirement Radio.

In the battle to become the best Delta Green podcast for deep conspiracy and visceral horror. We open in the sterile halls of power, where the "Architects" trade human lives for the keys to the kingdom and apologies are made in burn bags. Back in the sweltering present, the survivors of the bunker face a new kind of predator: a woman in a pantsuit with a smile like a foxglove and a glovebox full of incriminating photos.

In this high-stakes Delta Green Actual Play, a tire is blown, a gun is drawn, and a fragile alliance is forged over the shared currency of secrets hidden in toilet tanks. We learn that you can’t expose a sickness that has infected the surgeon, and sometimes, the only way out of town is to let the stranger drive. Tune in for the ultimate Lovecraftian TTRPG experience.

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Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

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We step away from the blood and into the light of a new day, where the monsters wear pantsuits and carry skeleton keys. A letter taped to the underside of a porcelain throne becomes a testament to a legacy of madness. In the chemical dark of a development room, the truth is exposed frame by frame: the geometry of the impossible caught on Kodak.

While a lost soul screams silently behind the flat, black eyes of a grazing beast, trapped in a prison of leather and instinct, a trap is baited with cheese, crackers, and Southern hospitality. The clean-up crew has arrived, and they are prepared to bury the secrets that the swamp refused to swallow.

Cast

Nick Sayers... Writer, Handler, and Editor

Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

Podcast art by Studio Janie

Music and Sound Effects from Envato.

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We descend into the cold earth to read the ledger of our own betrayal. In a room smelling of ozone and old blood, the paper trail proves that the monsters we fight were invited in by the hands that feed us.

There are fates worse than death; there is the silence of the jar, and there is the thunderous, dull rhythm of a heart that is not your own. While one soul is exiled into a fortress of leather and chewing cud, staring blankly at the stars, the survivors below uncover the architecture of a fifteen-year lie.

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Nick Sayers... Writer, Handler, and Editor

Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

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Read by Max of 9MM Retirement Radio.

The Cats of Ulthar

By H. P. Lovecraft

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.

In Ulthar, before ever the burgesses forbade the killing of cats, there dwelt an old cotter and his wife who delighted to trap and slay the cats of their neighbours. Why they did this I know not; save that many hate the voice of the cat in the night, and take it ill that cats should run stealthily about yards and gardens at twilight. But whatever the reason, this old man and woman took pleasure in trapping and slaying every cat which came near to their hovel; and from some of the sounds heard after dark, many villagers fancied that the manner of slaying was exceedingly peculiar. But the villagers did not discuss such things with the old man and his wife; because of the habitual expression on the withered faces of the two, and because their cottage was so small and so darkly hidden under spreading oaks at the back of a neglected yard. In truth, much as the owners of cats hated these odd folk, they feared them more; and instead of berating them as brutal assassins, merely took care that no cherished pet or mouser should stray toward the remote hovel under the dark trees. When through some unavoidable oversight a cat was missed, and sounds heard after dark, the loser would lament impotently; or console himself by thanking Fate that it was not one of his children who had thus vanished. For the people of Ulthar were simple, and knew not whence it is all cats first came.

One day a caravan of strange wanderers from the South entered the narrow cobbled streets of Ulthar. Dark wanderers they were, and unlike the other roving folk who passed through the village twice every year. In the market-place they told fortunes for silver, and bought gay beads from the merchants. What was the land of these wanderers none could tell; but it was seen that they were given to strange prayers, and that they had painted on the sides of their wagons strange figures with human bodies and the heads of cats, hawks, rams, and lions. And the leader of the caravan wore a head-dress with two horns and a curious disc betwixt the horns.

There was in this singular caravan a little boy with no father or mother, but only a tiny black kitten to cherish. The plague had not been kind to him, yet had left him this small furry thing to mitigate his sorrow; and when one is very young, one can find great relief in the lively antics of a black kitten. So the boy whom the dark people called Menes smiled more often than he wept as he sate playing with his graceful kitten on the steps of an oddly painted wagon.

On the third morning of the wanderers’ stay in Ulthar, Menes could not find his kitten; and as he sobbed aloud in the market-place certain villagers told him of the old man and his wife, and of sounds heard in the night. And when he heard these things his sobbing gave place to meditation, and finally to prayer. He stretched out his arms toward the sun and prayed in a tongue no villager could understand; though indeed the villagers did not try very hard to understand, since their attention was mostly taken up by the sky and the odd shapes the clouds were assuming. It was very peculiar, but as the little boy uttered his petition there seemed to form overhead the shadowy, nebulous figures of exotic things; of hybrid creatures crowned with horn-flanked discs. Nature is full of such illusions to impress the imaginative.

That night the wanderers left Ulthar, and were never seen again. And the householders were troubled when they noticed that in all the village there was not a cat to be found. From each hearth the familiar cat had vanished; cats large and small, black, grey, striped, yellow, and white. Old Kranon, the burgomaster, swore that the dark folk had taken the cats away in revenge for the killing of Menes’ kitten; and cursed the caravan and the little boy. But Nith, the lean notary, declared that the old cotter and his wife were more likely persons to suspect; for their hatred of cats was notorious and increasingly bold. Still, no one durst complain to the sinister couple; even when little Atal, the innkeeper’s son, vowed that he had at twilight seen all the cats of Ulthar in that accursed yard under the trees, pacing very slowly and solemnly in a circle around the cottage, two abreast, as if in performance of some unheard-of rite of beasts. The villagers did not know how much to believe from so small a boy; and though they feared that the evil pair had charmed the cats to their death, they preferred not to chide the old cotter till they met him outside his dark and repellent yard.

So Ulthar went to sleep in vain anger; and when the people awaked at dawn—behold! every cat was back at his accustomed hearth! Large and small, black, grey, striped, yellow, and white, none was missing. Very sleek and fat did the cats appear, and sonorous with purring content. The citizens talked with one another of the affair, and marvelled not a little. Old Kranon again insisted that it was the dark folk who had taken them, since cats did not return alive from the cottage of the ancient man and his wife. But all agreed on one thing: that the refusal of all the cats to eat their portions of meat or drink their saucers of milk was exceedingly curious. And for two whole days the sleek, lazy cats of Ulthar would touch no food, but only doze by the fire or in the sun.

It was fully a week before the villagers noticed that no lights were appearing at dusk in the windows of the cottage under the trees. Then the lean Nith remarked that no one had seen the old man or his wife since the night the cats were away. In another week the burgomaster decided to overcome his fears and call at the strangely silent dwelling as a matter of duty, though in so doing he was careful to take with him Shang the blacksmith and Thul the cutter of stone as witnesses. And when they had broken down the frail door they found only this: two cleanly picked human skeletons on the earthen floor, and a number of singular beetles crawling in the shadowy corners.

There was subsequently much talk among the burgesses of Ulthar. Zath, the coroner, disputed at length with Nith, the lean notary; and Kranon and Shang and Thul were overwhelmed with questions. Even little Atal, the innkeeper’s son, was closely questioned and given a sweetmeat as reward. They talked of the old cotter and his wife, of the caravan of dark wanderers, of small Menes and his black kitten, of the prayer of Menes and of the sky during that prayer, of the doings of the cats on the night the caravan left, and of what was later found in the cottage under the dark trees in the repellent yard.

And in the end the burgesses passed that remarkable law which is told of by traders in Hatheg and discussed by travellers in Nir; namely, that in Ulthar no man may kill a cat.

Gavin Ross, played by Max of 9mm Retirement Radio.

Some debts aren't paid in cash, and some secrets aren't buried deep enough. The sun rises on a cabin in the swamp, but the morning light only illuminates the cracks in the team's trust. A shared breakfast turns into a confrontation, and a ritual intended for liberation summons something far worse than judgment. When the sky tears open and the payment comes due, we learn that the cost of knowledge is always flesh, and the only thing heavier than a weapon is the weight of a friend you couldn't save.

Cast

Nick Sayers... Writer, Handler, and Editor

Kristina... Agent Ryan

Ryan... Agent Barone

Jordan... Agent Del

Podcast art by Studio Janie

Music and Sound Effects from Envato.

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There are lies we tell with our tongues, and there are lies we tell with our bodies—dragging ourselves through the mud to feign a salvation we do not deserve. Inside the sanctuary, the laws of biology have been repealed. A feverish hunger demands a sacrament of brass and fire, a hot casing swallowed to silence the singing in the veins. We peel back the skin of the mission to find the rot of betrayal waiting in a fifteen-year-old photograph. The healer descends into the earth to sleep, leaving the patients to wonder if the cure is simply a slower, heavier form of death.

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Jordan... Agent Del

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Read by Jordan

Written by Nick Sayers

Memory is a complex thing. Do you remember something, or do you remember someone telling you about the thing? And does it matter? I don’t think anyone told me about these memories. Some things carry a weight that is hard to shrug off.

Like any true American horror story, it starts off in healthcare. My mother had colitis. Colon cancer.

My dad would drop my sister and me off at our great-grandma's and disappear for hours or days. We’d play Uno, watch black-and-white TV reruns, and play with Legos. I still remember the texture of her carpet on my feet. When I close my eyes, I can smell the cheap pizzas she would cook for us. No one told me those memories; they are mine.

My great-grandmother took us to church every Sunday, which was a nice break from her one-bedroom apartment. She’d feed us breath mints in the pews to keep us quiet while the service happened. Years later, I’d help carry her coffin between those same pews. She was the first loss in my life. My mother almost took that ribbon instead.

Sometimes my dad would take us up to Seattle while my mom was in the hospital. The visits before her surgery were the peaceful ones. She’d try to put on a smile, give me a bedside hug, and do her best to talk to me. To a young child, it was all confusing. My parents explained they had to cut out a bunch of her stomach parts and fuse other parts together.

After the surgery, it was the first horrific scene. I was allowed to visit. My mother, who kissed my head, yelled at me when I did something stupid, and held on to me every day, had monstrous tubes going into her nose. They were long and snake-like. I couldn’t believe it was her with such serpentine plastics haunting her nasal canals. She tried to speak, and it sounded like a demonic perversion of my mother. As a child, I wondered if she’d be like this forever. I am sure it felt like forever to her. Seeing her sitting up in this alien, sterile, and gloomy place haunted my dreams for years. The most haunting moment was a day my dad ushered me out of the room so I didn’t have to bear witness to her pain. Too much for a child. And too late for me, because I was a witness.

My mom was groaning strangely. It was like an animal. What transformation had she undergone? My dad stood up and tried to speak to her, but the groaning persisted. Her head flung back, the tubes a mockery of human biology, still hung from her place, going to an unknowable location. She made a guttural screech and a strange croak. A witch turned toad? My imagination had so many explanations, but the reality was, well, worse. She started to throw up. Those incomprehensible tubes in her body were a bypass from her throat. As my mother started to turn into a shrieking animal, a strange, colored, viscous mix started to fill the tubes, as her vomit forced her liquid diet out of the feeding tube. I was dumbfounded, chin ajar, frozen. My dad said something like “Okay.” Then ushered me out of the room. As we walked down the hall, I could hear this creature that used to be my mom wretching over and over again. Surely, she was going to die, I thought. I am assuming she wished she had just died in that moment.

When you realize your parents are just human like other people, your childhood irrevocably changes. That person you rely on to regulate you, hold you, protect you, is not a god. They are not immune. They are susceptible to all sorts of horror that comes from cell anomalies and genetic hauntings. Selfishly, I never wanted to see her like that. I wanted her to live forever. For if she can die, so could I. Selfish childhood thoughts in hindsight, but a profound paradigm shift at the time.

Days. Weeks. I’m not sure. We were back. My mother was pumped full of drugs. She lay on her side, maybe to avoid vomiting through her feeding tubes. This was the first time I saw what the butchers had done to her. A massive cut in her stomach smiled at me from cracks in her hospital gown. It was a mocking smile. The doctors truly butchered her body. The split in her was held together by thick staples. A sheen of plastic tape ran down it, reflecting the unnatural light with every shift in her broken body. I imagined they spilled her out for the surgery, everything in her slopping onto a metal table, where they continued their mockery of her flesh, carving out bits of her they wanted, dropping pieces of her on sterile trays. When it was all over, they had to put her back together like a puzzle. Their gloves and masks were covered in blood as indistinguishable chatter between them buzzed around the room. The butchers weren’t good at puzzles, so they put things back wrong, which is why she was changed; she wasn’t my mother in that bed. They made her anew, not a rebirth, but a strange amalgamation of what she once was. I hated them.

I wanted my dad to hate them, too. He spoke to the butchers in hushed tones, like some conspiracy. Worry was always etched on his face. He’d sit cross-legged looking out at the gloomy Seattle sky for eons, while I sat next to him. He knew it was too much for me to be there sometimes. He’d buy me candy and soda from the vending machines.

One day, he bought me Rolos, one of my childhood favorites. I’d rip off the paper, then delicately pull the golden foil off each cylinder of chocolate and caramel, enjoying more than just the candy. I noticed there was a hole in the top of one of the Rolos. I showed it to my dad. He took it from me with a serious face.

“It might be poisoned.”

I believed him. He then threw it in his mouth, and I was scared for him. “Here, give me another one," he said.

He showed me a hole in that one, too. Why was he eating them? “I’ll make sure there is no poison in them.” After a third, he rubbed my head and told me they were probably safe to eat, so I ate them. They had to be safe.

It wasn’t the years of medical debt my parents struggled to pay, the selling of a business, or settling for a lower-paying job that I’m sure tore my dad apart inside. No, it was the poisoned Rolos that stayed with me.

Years later, I realized he just wanted some of my Rolos.

Special guests: Gwen and Wyatt.

Human throats cannot sing some songs, melodies that require the snapping of bone and the reshaping of the soul to articulate truly. We find ourselves at the intersection of medicine and monstrosity, where a dying man seeks a cure in the geometry of the unnatural.

To survive the swamp is to accept its infection. A pact has been offered in the static. A hollow jar waiting to be filled, a tapestry demanding one final, terrible thread. The lines between the healer, the patient, and the disease have dissolved. What remains is only the hunger for a heavy metal communion and the terrifying realization that the only way out of the labyrinth of the flesh is to shed it entirely.

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In this episode of Dead Letter Bureau, the hosts introduce Delta Green and guide new players through gameplay mechanics. The narrative unfolds as players explore a dark and mysterious world filled with moral dilemmas and unexpected twists. The story follows two characters, Barone and Emmett, as they navigate a series of investigations, uncovering secrets and facing challenges. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and the players must work together to solve the mysteries that lie ahead. As they navigate through the horrors of the past, they grapple with their sanity and the moral implications of their actions.

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Silas played by Caius of 9MM Retirement Radio.

The night is thick with the promise of violence and the fellowship is broken in the dark. One man speaks a forbidden tongue to the uncaring stars and is answered by a terrible birth. Another is broken and carried bleeding to a house of false sanctuary where a doctor with a crooked spine offers a salvation made of mercury and pain. The blood is spilled and the metal is swallowed and the road narrows to a single point of suffering.

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Nyarlathotep By H. P. Lovecraft

Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .

I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons—the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.

And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences—of electricity and psychology—and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.

I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city—the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; that what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and that in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which shewed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not.

It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; whirling, churning; struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads. And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, mumbled a trembling protest about “imposture” and “static electricity”, Nyarlathotep drave us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We sware to one another that the city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces we made.

I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to shew where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable.

Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

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Ex Oblivione By H. P. Lovecraft

When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victim’s body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.

Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars.

Once when the gentle rain fell I glided in a barge down a sunless stream under the earth till I reached another world of purple twilight, iridescent arbours, and undying roses.

And once I walked through a golden valley that led to shadowy groves and ruins, and ended in a mighty wall green with antique vines, and pierced by a little gate of bronze.

Many times I walked through that valley, and longer and longer would I pause in the spectral half-light where the giant trees squirmed and twisted grotesquely, and the grey ground stretched damply from trunk to trunk, sometimes disclosing the mould-stained stones of buried temples. And always the goal of my fancies was the mighty vine-grown wall with the little gate of bronze therein.

After a while, as the days of waking became less and less bearable from their greyness and sameness, I would often drift in opiate peace through the valley and the shadowy groves, and wonder how I might seize them for my eternal dwelling-place, so that I need no more crawl back to a dull world stript of interest and new colours. And as I looked upon the little gate in the mighty wall, I felt that beyond it lay a dream-country from which, once it was entered, there would be no return.

So each night in sleep I strove to find the hidden latch of the gate in the ivied antique wall, though it was exceedingly well hidden. And I would tell myself that the realm beyond the wall was not more lasting merely, but more lovely and radiant as well.

Then one night in the dream-city of Zakarion I found a yellowed papyrus filled with the thoughts of dream-sages who dwelt of old in that city, and who were too wise ever to be born in the waking world. Therein were written many things concerning the world of dream, and among them was lore of a golden valley and a sacred grove with temples, and a high wall pierced by a little bronze gate. When I saw this lore, I knew that it touched on the scenes I had haunted, and I therefore read long in the yellowed papyrus.

Some of the dream-sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment. I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross forever into the unknown land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace. So when I learned of the drug which would unlock the gate and drive me through, I resolved to take it when next I awaked.

Last night I swallowed the drug and floated dreamily into the golden valley and the shadowy groves; and when I came this time to the antique wall, I saw that the small gate of bronze was ajar. From beyond came a glow that weirdly lit the giant twisted trees and the tops of the buried temples, and I drifted on songfully, expectant of the glories of the land from whence I should never return.

But as the gate swung wider and the sorcery of drug and dream pushed me through, I knew that all sights and glories were at an end; for in that new realm was neither land nor sea, but only the white void of unpeopled and illimitable space. So, happier than I had ever dared hoped to be, I dissolved again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life had called me for one brief and desolate hour.

They went looking for answers in the dark, but the darkness was already inside them. A seemingly mundane dinner quickly turns peculiar when one agent develops a disturbing appetite. Following this unsettling omen, the team attempts a low-profile night mission into the local swamp, seeking signs of the strange gatherings they previously uncovered. The truth is out there, but this time, it came with teeth.

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Dr. Thorne, played by Liv from Sorry, Honey, I Have To Take This.

The agents find a fragile sanctuary at a decaying roadside motel, but the swamp's influence has followed them. While one agent tends to a festering, unnatural wound, another's mind begins to fray, consumed by a new, frantic obsession with the artifacts recovered from the bog. Paranoia takes root as they analyze their grim trophies—a severed finger, an ancient text, and a mummified brain in a sealed, alien cylinder. As they await a mysterious runner and plan their return to the black water, a tense confrontation at a lonely mailbox proves the true enemy may already be inside the room.

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