Game Night Gentlemen

What started as a mass shooting doesn’t stay put. As MASTICATE traces PICKY EATER backward, the same technology surfaces in places it shouldn’t—earlier, farther away, already inside federal systems. Studying what lived on McKay’s devices is the shortest path to knowing how to shut it down, but knowledge like that is radioactive. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intell...

Bradley McKay lived at Cornell for over a year, and somehow left almost no trace of it. No one remembers him clearly, no records quite line up, and the months before his death blur into administrative noise. As MASTICATE inventories phones, laptops, and half-remembered conversations, a pattern emerges: a life that dwindled to almost nothing—followed by an act of violence no one can ignore. Publish...

In Ithaca, Detective Jim Herz wants the McKay case closed and filed away, while Anne McKenna keeps circling the parts that don’t quite fit. As Ithaca PD washes its hands of a mass murder and the FBI steps in, MASTICATE focuses on the evidence left in the wake of a tragedy: software from an unknown source, an impossible rifle, and a shooter no one seems to really know. One thing is clear: the offic...

With the violence of Los Angeles behind them, MASTICATE scatters back to homes, families, and obligations. But they bring back new baggage and questions: about what they’re holding back, who gets to decide what’s an asset, and whether they crossed a line so long ago it’s no longer visible in the rearview mirror. The world keeps going. Parades roll on. Holiday lights flicker. Familiar voices say th...

The team moves too fast to second-guess, trying to keep Frank alive and track where the Gully-worm went after it stopped being a man. In the middle of the scramble, Justin reaches for something the others didn’t know he had, and it works well enough that no one dares ask how. By the time the operation grinds to a halt, nothing feels settled. Questions linger about where MASTICATE stands, who cross...

Marlin sets the table for a quiet resolution, steering MASTICATE toward a place where no one will interrupt what comes next. The confrontation collapses almost immediately. Faced with something they never prepared for, the team is left fighting not for answers, but for survival. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark...

Smoke still clings to their clothes when MASTICATE crowds into a Denny’s at one in the morning. The evidence they pulled from the fire is worse than expected—and clearer than they wanted. A woman held for months. A body that died weeks ago. Proof that whatever happened in that basement started with Franklin Dyer, but it sure as hell didn't end there. As the team studies the photos, the pattern loc...

Anton Gully lives in a quiet suburban house with his wife and two children, a traditional picture of domestic bliss. MASTICATE invites themselves in and discovers what that picture is hiding. There’s a basement that should have stayed locked, a journal that refuses to stay buried, and mounting evidence that Sgt. Gully isn't just involved—he's at the dead center. In a Thousand Oaks home bui...

Below deck on the Hull Yeah , MASTICATE holds court over Freddie Sutton. The arguments are practical, clinical even, except for one voice that sounds a little too eager and one that can't quite hide the dread of what's coming. No one can deny the cold logic of what needs to happen next. On deck, something catches Matthew's attention; a scent that he's come to savor, along with its...

A picture coheres from the mosaic: Franklin Dyer was brewing something in his basement, and whatever he distilled from those alchemical compounds was on the street. The Slug Squad's fingerprints are everywhere. So the team sets their sights on bent cop Freddie Sutton—and takes him somewhere quiet to ask the hard questions. Time to decide: keep the cover, or start dropping bodies. Published by...

MASTICATE returns to the Southside Tiger’s house, where the county covered the basement and the police closed the case. Inside, they find what the authorities left behind; stains, smells, and secrets waiting behind the walls. And when the coroner’s report on Jaz Ihejirika arrives, the parallels become impossible to ignore. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual...

MASTICATE sees just how far Slug Squad’s reach extends. A wary coroner becomes an unlikely ally once the agents press past his fear. A grieving widower recalls deputies who convinced him to stop asking questions. And when the team digs into the history of a dead serial killer, the details sound far too familiar for comfort. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectua...

MASTICATE pulls back the cover on Jaz Ihejrika’s death and finds a pattern of overdoses that all look a little too convenient. Attorney Nelinha Estevez might have the map to the rot inside the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department—if she survives long enough to share it. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyrigh...

Jaz Ihejrika tore his head open on camera. Now the team’s sifting through the remnants of his life, and the hacked servers of the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department, trying to figure out who jabbed him and why. Every lead drags MASTICATE closer to a showdown with law enforcement, the kind of engagement Delta Green does its damndest to avoid. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership....

MASTICATE rebuilds the team one threat at a time. A sandwich shop turns into a crime scene, a soccer field becomes a confession booth, and Frank Booth’s diplomacy style emerges as “give us the notes or we’ll detain you.” The new recruits learn what every agent eventually does—Delta Green’s HR department is a loaded gun. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual pr...

A viral death yanks MASTICATE out of limbo and into Los Angeles. Jaz Ihejrika’s bloody suicide was caught on half a dozen cameras and the footage has infected the worst corners of the internet. Now the unseen force that Matthew serves and Frank fears sets off a Rube Goldberg machine of synchronicities that will remake MASTICATE. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intell...

Millions stolen, families paid, karma balanced—at least on paper. Frank Booth’s laundering his conscience one duffel bag at a time while new players stumble into the blast radius of MASTICATE. A year out of the field gives McCarter some stability. The good times come to an end when Frank gets a message that wasn't meant for him. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The in...

The SCVM's journey results in smoke and ruin. A chapel of entropy perverted. Bone thickets ripe with twisted fruits. Ahead waits the Butcher’s wagon, wheels deep in the blackened ruts of the road. He says only, ‘Sous is waiting.’ Will Sous smile upon the SCVM? What banquet awaits the wretched king of Schleswig? What began as pilgrimage ends as feast, and the taste of it will never fade. This i...

The Butcher’s fire crackles, fat hissing from unnameable meat. The clearing stands like a false shrine in the wasteland, its pool too pure, its grass too green. The SCVM take their fill, but nothing given here is free. Southward, the woods close in. A low droning rises, heavy with hunger, and the air itself shudders with menace. By the end, smoke coils where no hand has set a flame, and shadows tw...

Beneath ash-choked skies, the SCVM carve their way into a glacier’s black throat. Illusions snap like bones, cauldrons boil with secrets, and an ill-omened crown waits in the hungry dark. They come to harvest lich moss—but in this frozen tomb, the dead clutch their prizes still. "The Meat Wagon" is an independent production by Brian McCain and is not affiliated with Ockult Örtmästare Gam...

Three wretches crawl from the meat wagon into a world already rotting. Alwrig, the zealot priestess of a buried god. Von, a scarred soldier who’s made apathy his sharpest weapon. Börda, a clever man saddled with two idiot monkeys. In a haze of drink and desperation, they swore to fetch the impossible—ingredients for a mad king’s hundredth birthday feast. Now, bound to the grinning Butcher and his...

In the explosive finale of God’s Breath, bombs detonate, swarms descend, and Dakota Knight reveals what he truly is. Trapped between fire and monstrosity, MASTICATE and Epsilon fight for survival in a night that will claim agents and leave scars. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delta Green is a trademark and copyright owned by the Delta...

The Valley Dirtlands Cultivation Site brims with danger: volatile butane tanks, locked grow houses that thrum with unsettling noise, and a vault stacked with cash. Masticate and Epsilon brace for Dakota Knight’s arrival. But what waits in the shadows may prove deadlier than the man they came to kill. Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnership. The intellectual property known as Delt...

In a burned-out strip mall, two Delta Green teams face each other down. On one side, MASTICATE-fraying at the edges after weeks of chasing Avalon Gardens. On the other, Epsilon—a tactical squad with enough firepower to level Avalon Gardens to the ground. Plans are drawn, paranoia simmers, and one question hangs heavy. Who’s walking out alive? Published by arrangement with the Delta Green Partnersh...

Insects in the harvest, screams in the grow rooms, and a boss who goes through walls like paper. MASTICATE has the map and the evidence, but every move forward feels like stepping into a trap. The agents laugh about bananas in tailpipes and red-team drills—but beneath the jokes lies the dread of what happens when the doors marked “Level Four” finally open. Published by arrangement with the Delta G...