When is a threat to the world not a threat? The prophecies speak of a paradoxical threat, the thing that is but is not. Alecto, a member of a secret society is tasked with solving the riddle, armed with only one lead: James Edgerton, a missing writer. She enlists two brothers with experience in dealing with unnatural and impossible threats. They soon discover some threats exist beyond the walls of sanity, beyond the realms of comprehension. Dare they cross the threshold to confront the thing that cannot and yet must be? Perhaps some stories are best left untold but how can you know unless you listen?

Tom as Hugh Vogel, the Monstrous
Baz as Colin Johnson, the Spell-Slinger
Lydia as Alecto, the Initiate

The cast of Pretending to be People, a Delta Green AP podcast, agreed to let me run them through Night Floors, perhaps my single favorite DG scenario. An artist in New York City has gone missing under circumstances unusual enough to merit Delta Green’s attention. A team of FBI agents comb through her apartment building for a clue only to find a mystery that perhaps should not be unraveled.

YOU HAVE BEEN CORDIALLY INVITED TO A NIGHT AT THE OPERA. A dirty bomb has been planted in the training center. Stop them. Get them. You have a weapon and a purpose. the RAIN in SPAIN falls MAINLY in the PLAIN where mothers WEEP and sailors SLEEP by the WAVES of the SHORES of the LAKE of the LAKE of the LAKE of the LAKE of the LAKE of the LAKE of th-

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Working Group Masticate is tasked with investigating an unusual spree killing. They find a connection to a strange computer app and begin digging down. What they find sets the final act into motion. The truth is near, but the cost may be too much for the remaining Teeth and their handlers. Reality is only a mask, waiting to be removed.

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repairThis is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa, where black stars hang in the heavens, where the shadows of men’s thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the Lake of Hali, and my mind will bear forever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with this beautiful, stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth — a world which now trembles before the King in Yellow.

(The adaptation of the story into RPG format is available from Pelgrane Press)