- I am Jema Matango, a Captain
in the United States Air Force Reserve, and this is my story.I
can imagine that few will take me seriously and even fewer will
believe the wild tale that I am about to tell, but I assure that
this is all true.The only proof I have is my word, and that will
have to suffice.
- My history isn't all that
unusual, nothing is particularly out of the ordinary. I immigrated
to the United States with my family from my home in Kingston
Jamaica in 1983. When I was of age I entered the United States
Air Force Academy and earned my comission four years later. I
fought in the Gulf War of 1990, the second Gulf War of 1993,
and the second Korean War of 1995, making a name for myself as
a fighter pilot and somewhat of a war hero. In 1998 I entered
the Air Force Reserve and moved to Boston. It was there that
my life took a change, perhaps for the better, but in my opinion
for the worse.
- It was in Boston in January
of 1998 that I met some people that would become integral parts
of my life. The first was Jeffrey Ventura, nicknamed "Ace"
by his comrades. Ace was a fellow Air Force pilot, though he
specialized in heavy transports as opposed to the fighters that
I flew. He was stable and tight lipped, and was quite the holy
terror in combat.
- Second was Gladwyn McCauley,
a private investigator. Gladwyn was aging and as a result was
a bit slow, but he had the eyes of a hawk and the deduction skills
to rival Sherlock Holmes.
- The third was Dwight Rheinhold,
a scholar of history and an expert in the occult. Dwight was
very intelligent and could decipher any ancient or cryptic language.
- Fourth was Leslie Darkhorse,
a native American although I can't remember what tribe he came
from. Leslie was an erratic, and called himself an environmental
terrorist. He would destroy whatever he could find that would
cause damage to nature. His idea of a vision quest involved plastique
and nuclear weapon plants.
- The last was Doctor Peter
Collins, a young physician right out of residency. Peter was
an incurable skeptic, and had a quirk of personality that made
him the most annoying SOB I've ever met. With these men I would
face challenges unheard of, fight against unimaginable evil,
and face death itself. I would also lose several of these men
whom I consider close friends.
- These men that I hooked up
with had an unusual hobby. Through Gladwyn's career as a Private
Investigator, they would earn extra money as paranormal investigators.
I thought it was a clever hoax at first, nothing more than a
- Within a week however I was
proven wrong. We began to have ecounters with a bizarre cult.
They used magic and mysticism to remove their enemies, usually
civic leaders, by means of personalized notes that would kill
the recipient upon reading. The death was grusome, all of the
natural destructive enzymes in the body used to destroy dead
cells would be released at once to literally dissolve the body
within minutes. The cult worshiped a small stone idol in the
form of a fat headless man with mouths in the palms of its hands.
The idol would excrete a thick green fluid that triggered the
enzyme effect when introduced into the body. We made use of this
idol by putting the fluid in our bullets to give them more bite.
When the leader of the cult was finally tracked down, he pulled
out his final trump card and called upon a being he referred
to as Y'Golonac. The wall of the room burst open and a living
form of that idol charged us. If not for the added firepower
the fluid gave us, we would have lost. We managed to destroy/dispel
Y'Golonac, and in doing so destroyed the idol and the fluid it
- The next encounter took us
to Oceania, a miracle of technology built in the Gulf of Mexico.
Oceania was a city built both upon and beneath the ocean. It
was powered by the ocean currents and was totally self sufficient.
A paradise on earth it was, and a tourist trap to say the least.
- We had been hired to investigate
some odd goings on in the city. It was also a great chance for
a free vacation. It quickly became a lot less fun than we expected.
The leaders and administrators seemed to be under control, all
we had to do was find those who were pulling the strings on these
political puppets. It was in the depths of Oceania's lower levels
that we found it.
- We encountered a nest of
creatures that defy easy description, hideous gray things with
5 pseudopod legs and 5 thin tentacle arms. Dwight and Ace and
I stumbled upon 10 of them in the board room of Oceania's leaders.
We took out 8 of them before they got us. Ace was separated from
us and we didn't see him again for a while. Dwight and I managed
to escape, actually the others freed us. We also stumbled upon
another secret of the city, its real power source. We found a
small glass sphere with a purple substance inside.
- The sphere was warm and slightly
wet to the touch, and gave off a weak and muffled twittering
noise. We broke the sphere open to examine it further, big mistake.
Inside this "battery" was a creature made of a black
gel, a huge creature covered with eyes and mouths and that made
a hideous screeching roar. It would almost laugh at us as it
bore down.We barely escaped with our lives. Not even 35 kilos
of Leslie's plastique could stop it, it did little more than
make it mad.
- A few more kilos put Oceania
out of it's misery, and fortunately we got back to our boat to
find Ace waiting for us. He seemed ok, but a little worse for
wear and a bit pale.
- Our next mission took us
to South America into the bowels of the Amazon basin. We'd been
hearing reports of some bizarre activity in the ruins of an old
temple, and who were we to pass up a chance at the bizarre.
- We found the temple after
a great deal of jungle rot and insect annoyance. We'd been there
not more than 30 minutes when we found the parties responsible
for the bizarre activity. They were taller than normal men, slightly
over 2 meters, and wore metal suits that made them look like
silly robot aliens from a cheap scifi thriller. But silly as
they looked, they fought like enraged bulls, and bullets couldn't
penetrate the armor those suits provided.
- After being beaten into submission
and captured, we found out that those were not men in suits.
They were a race of robots calling themselves Cybermen. These
Cybermen had enslaved a native pygmy tribe known as the Tcho-tchos,
savage little men with few inhibitions and fewer brain cells.
They were on a mission to enhance their power with magic. But
to have magic they needed a god, one to call their own.
- The Cybermen posessed an
artifact known as the Eye of Hypnos that could create a god.
So we were stapled to the wall of the chamber, forced to watch
helplessly as the Cybermen spawned a god. They were a race of
cold logic and no feeling, and they had chosen a god from Earth
pop culture, Mr. Spock. Yes, it was silly, but it was happening
in front of us. A revelation hit me during the ritual, why don't
we create a god of our own to fight theirs it was crazy and half-assed,
but it was our only option.
- The choice was obvious, the
only being who can't stand Mr. Spock, none other than Dr. McCoy.
Yes, even sillier, but again I was there and you're only reading
this second hand. Spock appeared, and the Cybermen worshiped
him. Then McCoy appeared, destroyed Spock, destroyed the Cybermen,
and destroyed the Tcho-tchos. Then he freed us from our bonds
with a smirk that can only be described as mischievious, McCoy
took a different form, that of a swarthy man of Egyptian features
with ebon skin. With a sneer and a chuckle he introduced himself,
Nyarlathotep. From this point we had become the playthings of
an Elder God, one with a sense of humor and a real short temper.
- Our next mission took us
to Seattle. Leslie left us to pursue spiritual fulfilment in
the desert southwest, and Peter left us just because he couldn't
take the strangeness anymore. However we took on 2 new members.
We brought in Cameron Steele, a design engineer who was a whiz
with technology. He was very down to earth, a skeptic like Peter
but not nearly as annoying.
- We also found Jose Julio,
who joined us in our retreat from South America. He was a punk,
sruffy and loud on the outside. But Jose was brilliant, a genious,
and could work miracles with a computer, he was the best hacker
we'd ever seen, one of the best on the planet.
- In Seattle we were hired
by New World Incorporated, a firm that specialized in environmentally
friendly technologies and products. The man in charge was Edward
Chandler, a friendly man with great business sence. They hired
us to act as couriers for one of their experiments, something
highly advanced and something the competition would stop at nothing
- While transporting the specimen
we were jumped by this competition. They looked like nothing
more than bike punks with big guns and they almost got us, but
luck was on our side. We escaped the gangsters and got the package
to NWI headquarters. Then we made the mistake of looking inside
the package. It was a glass cage, totally sealed to the outside,
within the glass was a small but ghastly creature. It was black,
slimy, tentacled, and almost looked like a tree.We dlivered the
package and heard it referred to as "the baby." I would
hate to have seen an adult. Unfortuantely I did, and also came
upon it's mother.
- We found a device that created
a strange magnetic field within a huge glass chamber, similar
to the cage the baby was in only larger, being the curious one
in the group, Gladwyn turned on the device and activated the
field. Before us, in the glass chamber, a creature appeared.
- It was huge, green, covered
with slime, crawling with tentacles, had a huge fang-filled mouth,
and was dripping a white liquid that stank of ammonia. Before
us this thing gave birth to another baby creature, and made a
howl that shook every nerve in our bodies. Cameron deactivated
the device thinking it would make the thing go away. We found
out the hard way that the device was made to summon and DETAIN
the creature, and it charged after us. We did the only sane thing
we could think of, we ran like hell. Outside we saw that it had
broken out of the building into the grounds of the complex, and
people would go utterly insane just at the sight of it. We saw
guards turn their rifles on eachother and secretaries gouge out
their eyes with pencils.Thankfully the creature left just as
mysteriously as it arrived. By this time Chandler had appeared
again, but this time a lot less friendly. He had a pair of creatures
in tow, adult versions of the baby we had delivered to the complex.
Chandler let out an enraged shout and ordered the beasts to kill
us. Again, we ran like hell and got out of Seattle.
- Our next job took us to New
Orleans.We heard of some more activity on the part of NWI, and
since now we know what they are really involved with we made
it a mission to stop them. The activity involved the aquisition
of some antiquities and some archaeological finds from Northern
Africa. Being our scholar of the occult, Dwight informed us that
such objects could hold unheard of power and if it got into the
wrong hands we were all in trouble.
- We'd been noticing some changes
in Ace, very subtle at first but becoming more and more pronounced.
He had grown considerably and was now almost 8 feet tall.
He was also as agile as a cat hopped up on cocaine and had the
strength of an ox. The creatures under Oceania, or someone working
with them, had done something to Ace. It was a blessing in disguise,
for although his appearence was becoming more bizarre by the
day, his new-found powers saved us from gruesome deaths many
- Anyway, I digress.
- In New Orleans we cought
wind of a deal that was going down between some art dealers and
some agents of NWI. The deal was to go down at a charity event
that evening, a very formal and posh affair to say the least.
As the deal was concluded and we overheard all of the info we
needed to overhear, we jumped them.
- The art dealer was nothing
more than a NWI employee hired to dig up strange things and he
didn't know much. The buyer on the other hand was high in the
ranks, very close to Chandler himself. He bolted out of the ballroom,
and right into a cemetery. A cemetery at night in a city rife
with voodoo is not the place you want to be latet night, but
that's where we were headed.We cornered the agent in a clearing
surrounded by huge crypts. Unfortunately for us, this agent also
had command over those beasts we encountered in Seattle, two
of them came charging out of the darkness at us. Once again,
we ran like hell, and the agent managed to get away into the
- We decided that it would
be a good idea to take a break for a while, not only to calm
our tried nerves but to let the heat with NWO cool down a little.
We went to the most inconspicuous part of the country, someplace
where nothing out of the ordinary could ever happen, Kansas.
Boy were we wrong.
- On the news one night we
saw a story about the space shuttle Atlantis.The shuttle had
run into trouble of some kind, all contact was lost. The last
signal received from the shuttle involved a lot of screaming
and video of strange colored lights coming after the shuttle.
The news flash quickly took a different turn, saying that contact
was reestablished and all was well, and that the shuttle would
return in 4 days as scheduled.
- We all looked at each other
and declared the whole situation to be bullshit. As if on cue
we heard a horrific and deafening crash less than a mile from
the farm house we were staying in.When we got to the site, we
saw the twisted and burning wreckage of the Atlantis. Cameron
always carried a geiger counter so he turned it on, and the needle
instantly jumped to the top of the scale and stayed there. Inside
there were radiation burns on the bulkheads of the shuttle and
on the remains of the crew.
- One of the poor bastards
had managed to survive the crash, but he was so afflicted with
radiation burns that he wouldn't live any more than a few agonizing
days. Again as if on cue we began to hear sirens and heavy diesel
engines and decided to get the hell out of Dodge. Once we had
bailed and hidden ourselves in the corn, a new twist was added
to the mix. The cargo doors of the Atlantis burst open, and a
glowing light of an indeterminable color emerged. It was the
same colored light we saw on the news. But it's only the beginning
with this story.
- The military came in and
clamped down as much security as it possible could, the air could
barely get in and out of that are, in addition to the soldiers,
we saw a couple of men wearing black jumpsuits. The only distinguishing
mark on these jumpsuits was a pine green triangle embroidered
on the shoudlers.
- These men didn't look like
military but they appeared to be in charge. With all of that
security and firepower, we decided to stay out of the way and
watch passively. We overheard some things the men in the jumpsuits
said. They refered to the light we saw (calling it the color)
and said something about an operation in Los Angeles. By using
large electromagnetic field generators, they trapped the color
and hauled it away. Then the wreck of the Atlantis was bagged
up and shipped out, leaving no trace save for the crater and
the burnt corn. A few cleverly placed meteor chunks would complete
the cover-up. Needless to say, our vacation crashed and burned
(no pun intended) and we decided that this operation in LA was
worth looking into.
- We arrived in LA after taking
on another member of our investigator team. His name was Po,
a Shaolin Monk, he could do things with his punches and kicks
that would rival an anti-tank weapon. The section of LA that
caught our interest was a shattered slum neighborhood left over
from a large Earthquake.
- An old football stadium was
the center of attention, and word had it that NWI had some sort
of massive operation going there.We took it upon ourselves to
smash the works since we knew what kinds of things Chandler was
dabbling in. Rumor had it that it was going to go down at sunset
on the night of the full moon, which was in 2 days. We snuck
into the stadium and found a huge stone altar in the middle of
the field, as well as a long table with several chairs and a
black throne in one of the endzones. A few well placed charges
of plastique would make sure that the party was crashed, and
with a remote detonator attached we could eliminate all of the
conspirators as well.
- The time of the ceremony
rolled around, we were all hiding out in the press box of the
stadium. Chandler and several of his corporate officers entered
the stadium, along with some civic leaders and some government
officials. Then at sunset a new figure entered the stadium, a
tall man dressed in stereotypical garb of a pharaoh. He sat upon
the throne and gave the word to start the ceremony.
- Chandler and his buddies
stood in a group before the altar and began a strange chant.
We felt the gorund begin to rumble and decided that this was
a good time to press the button. All we got was the click of
the detonator switch, the charges didn't fire much to our dismay.
The ground burst open in three places and some ghastly creatures
emerged. They were gray skinned, resembling huge squids with
shells, and they made a hideous chanting noise. The chanting
changed to something different, and from thin air there appeared
two of those huge tree-like monsters. The man in the pharaoh
garb then stood up and began an incantation of his own.
- He referred to himself as
Nephren-Ka, the Black Pharoah, and called upon an entity named
Shub-Niggurath. The air above the altar began to shimmer, and
from what looked like a tear in reality itself came that hideous
being we saw in Seattle. The gibbering this creature made was
sickening, and what we saw transpire was even worse. Chandler
and all of the people with him stopped the chant and approached
the thing. Shub-Niggurath is apparently female, for each of the
people took hold of a nipple and partook of her milk, the white
liquid that stank of ammonia. All of this was too much for Cameron
and his realist mind. He lost all touch with reality and ran
onto the field screaming. Not only did he get himself killed,
very brutally, by the thing, he also blew our cover.
- The next thing we knew, we
were naked and caged on the field and being looked over by Chandler
- We knew that we were in trouble,
and escape was not much of an option at the time. Then I felt
something pushed into my hand from behind, it was a note that
read "don't worry, you'll be free in a moment." As
if on cue, Chandler and Nephren-Ka put on faces of shock and
worry, maybe even a little fear. From one of the tunnels under
the stands came a man in a black trenchcoat.
- He was very pale, he wore
mirrored sunglasses and a Dead Kennedys t-shirt, his hair was
black and stood wildly, and his name was Robert Albrecht Schmidt.
On the breast of his coat was the same embroidered green triangle
we saw in Kansas. Without little more than a smirk, Robert pounced
and attacked Chandler. Chandler and Nephren-Ka were quite outmatched
and vanished into thin air. Schmidt freed us from the cages,
we retrieved our clothes and gear, and he formally invited us
to work for him. This is the day that our careers as paranormal
investigators took a turn for the better, for this was our induction
into Delta Green.
- Our fight with NWI was by
no means over, in fact it had just begun. Over the next months
we would chase them all over the planet, and even into the fabled
Dreamlands, in an effort to stop them from bringing the forces
of a greater and unknown evil into the world. The next encounter
was in the Carribean, a place where I felt right at home. We
ran across a small and weasel-like man named Samuelson, a reasearch
consultant for one of NWI's holding companies.
- We hated this man from the
get go, and the feeling was quite mutual. As much as I would
have liked to rip the little worm's face off and mail it to his
mother, I couldn't because he was not even human. He was a Shoggoth
who had taken human form as a disguise, a Shoggoth being the
very creature we found in the battery beneath Oceania. His personality
could make the air around him freeze, and got to every nerve
in your body.
- His part in this story would
come shortly. We made an assault on the NWI corporate HQ on an
isolated island. The entrance was not heavily guarded, and I
felt quite certain we got in too easy. That feeling was confirmed
in the elevator leading to the bowels of the complex when knockout
gas was introduced to put us all on the floor and down for the
count. We awoke to find ourselves stapled to the wall, yet again,
in a room surrounded by Samuelson, several NWI top officials,
and our old buddy Chandler. Through Chandler's gloating over
our situation, we learn that Nephren-Ka was really Chandler,
and the pharoah we saw in the stadium was just a clever ruse
because he knew we were watching.
- Chandler was on a quest to
become immortal, a servant and avatar to our old buddy Nyarlathotep.
He had brought us here to witness his ascention to godhood and
declared that we were to be his first sacrifices. He began to
go through his ceremony and we were all certain that this was
he end. Then our salvation came, in the form of a cat. While
in the Dreamlands we came across a cat, and Dreamlands cats are
highly intelligent. The cat had taken a liking to us and decided
to join us, and fortunately had been overlooked when we were
- He sprung our bonds and we
went in swinging. Ace and the others went after Chandler and
his servants, but I wanted Samuelson. I ran to a rifle rack on
the wall nearby that was loaded with devices called Shoggoth
prods, a large staff that can easily stun a Shoggoth but it more
than capable of killing one. I grabbed a prod and charged at
Samuelson, who tried in vain to attack me. It felt to good to
shove that prod down his throat and activate it.As Samuelson
melted, the last thing he saw was my smile as I pissed on what
remained of his body. I turn around to see that most of Chandler's
cohorts are dead or dying, and that Chandler himself is mortally
wounded and left for dead in a large tank of protoplasm. At this
point we decided it would be a good time to call it a day.