"Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?"
- Psalms 94:3
EMERALD FEAST
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE...
During a neo-Nazi rally barely reminiscent of the great Nuremburg
celebrations of the Third Reich, the Anzique mercenary Desmond Humbolt was
been placed in charge of security at the Karotechia's first experimental
concentration camp. The illiterate and hateful members of the Bauer
organizations WAR and ARM did not take kindly to being subordinated to a
nigger. However, the urgency of the legendary Reinhard Galt and the
subsequent appearance of Der Fuhrer and other mythological figures from
Germany's folklore quickly silenced any vocal dissention.
"Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals."
The camp, operating under a program called Aktion Zeta, was built
underneath an abandoned oil refinery once owned by New World Industries.
Vast caverns were carved out of the oil shale by the wormlike giant
Cthonians in return for the cessation of certain drilling operations
performed by NWI. The Karotechia, acting as a subcontractor of sorts, were
fortunate enough to receive an opportunity to gather and slay large
numbers of sub-humans. Die Lebenstentoten Theodor Eicke and Reinhard
Heydrich were assigned to administrate Aktion Zeta under the watchful eye
of Reinhard Galt.
"Now God walked down in the cool of the day,
And called Adam by his name.
But he refused to answer, 'cause he was naked and ashamed."
Missing persons stolen away by all manner of vile groups linked to NWI as
well as those snatched by the minions of racism were taken beneath the
ground and placed within the vile clutches of undead Nazi madmen. There
they are subjected to all manner of experimental methods of execution and
slaughter. Less fortunate are those earmarked for the continuing
experiments of Dr. Joseph Mengele, who even now is searching with his
needles and scalpels. He seeks a surgical or genetic means of improving
lesser races so that they may be saved from their own impurity. He also
prepares select subjects with increased fertility and growth hormones so
that they may better serve as nutritious food.
"So, tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals."
This is due to the primary means of extermination furnished by Aktion
Zeta, that of industrialized cannibalism. By treating sub-humans as beasts
to be slaughtered for their meat, the Karotechia hope to gain value beyond
that of an ascension hurrying mass sacrifice. They hope to feed the master
race by establishing a place on the food chain for sentient cattle.
The last group of subjects to be slaughtered were consumed by an NWI
bio-engineered disease, rendering them unfit for resurrection, even as the
most liveliest of awfulness. This placed the entire project months behind
schedule. NWI is blaming Dr. Mengele, and the Karotechia is accusing NWI
of attempting to take over the operation.
"Now Christ had 12 apostles,
And three he laid away
He said 'Watch for me one hour,
while I go yonder and pray.'"
Into this situation comes Desmond Humbolt. In order to keep to the
Karotechia's unrealistic and arrogant timetable of murder, he and Reinhard
Galt have trained a large group of Bauer for a strike on a nearby church.
the southern Baptist church has a predominantly black congregation and has
been the target of sporadic harassment by the Bauer. Under the maddening
auspices of Humbolt and Galt, the Bauer found a glimpse of the horrors and
cruelty dreamt of long ago in Berlin. Such dreams continue deep within the
unclean recesses of Argentina, awaiting only the clammy touch of those too
unwise to ignore their curiosity.
"And tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals."
*******
"Unto thee I will cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou
be silent to me: I become like them that go down into the pit."
- Psalms 28:1
THE BULLETPROOF GOSPEL...
The gospel music made a joyous noise on a warm summer morning in Oklahoma.
The small brick church stood alone on a dusty plain. It wasn't too far
from town, but far enough that a tumbleweed could roll out of the wild
west at any moment. The people were thankful that no twisters had rolled
out of Tornado Alley for several weeks. Their low rent housing and trailer
homes were safe for now.
The small southern Baptist congregation was mostly black, mostly sweating
and mostly faithful when dressed in their Sunday best. They were to be
mostly surprised when the shooting started.
"Mary Margaret they were there,
And they heard every word he said.
Said 'Go tell my disciples, I said meet me in Galilee.'"
Not too far away, a convoy approached the congregation. Old rusty pickup
trucks, Motorcycles and several two and a half ton trucks were being led
by a shiny black hummer. The vehicle train kicked up a lot of dust and
noise.
The loud thunder of the approaching convoy was almost drowned out by the
grey haired old preacher, busy praising the lord with his best Martin
Luther King impression. In an approaching truck, a joke was told between
two rednecks:
"What do they call Martin Luther King Day in Arkansas?" asked a gruff
bearded fellow who once spent time under a hood.
"I dunno," replied a younger man, sweat glistening off his shaven head.
"Dead Nigger Day," replied his bearlike companion. They both enjoyed a
hearty laugh at the crude humor.
"And tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals."
The church erupted in flames as makeshift incendiary devices and stolen
military grenades spewed fragments of metal death into the stunned
churchgoers. Singing rapidly became screaming as panicked folk ran out of
the church only to be met with a hail of bullets. Armed men dressed in
unmarked BDU's stormed into the Sunday School. They were barking in German
as they massacred the children with their modern German submachine guns.
It was even more gruesome than the cold wintry day long ago when the same
men captured a school full of Russian children and took them to be drained
of blood by SS Doctors. The bloodless corpses of the children were hastily
thrown into a ditch and scarcely covered with a light layer of earth. As
the blood of the young was being transfused into Aryan soldiers, and the
German Army was in full retreat, the Ukrainian commander of an advancing
Soviet column was perplexed by a an old peasant woman blocking his
advance.
He was ready to shoot her, and suspicious of an ambush, but something
about her plaintive cries disturbed him. He broke off of the column and
followed her to a rough pit covered in broken patches of snow. There, in
the lifeless icy earth, was an undulating carpet of frozen ground. As he
confusedly and curiously uncovered the strange moving earth of what was
apparently a fresh mass grave, he only heard the cries of the old woman:
"The children..." she moaned, "they buried them alive."
"Who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals."
"John the Revelator" - copyright 1947, Son House
*******
"There is no darkness, nor shadow of death, where the workers of iniquity
may hide themselves."
- Job 34:22
THE INVESTIGATION...
The Investigators are brought in by Delta Green when a report of a Church
burning near the Butte Flats oil refinery flags a computer daemon looking
out for NWI activity. Helicopters bring federal agents in from Oklahoma
City and Dallas/Fort Worth. Among the feds are several Delta Green Agents
and Friendlies. The arson of the Church is unusual in that traces of
charred human tissue were discovered, but the corpses were apparently
transported elsewhere by a large number of vehicles.
The Karotechia Convoy can be tracked to a private road owned by EICKEY
MEAT COMPANY, which recently bought the refinery and is busy constructing
a slaughterhouse using monies gained from the sale of nearly obsolete
refinery equipment to third world nations. EMC also owns several cattle
ranches in the area.
Hours before the Investigators begin conducting their preliminaries, a
member of the Aryan Resistance Movement (ARM) lost his nerve. Breaking off
from the main convoy, Melvin Ray Briggs attempted to flee the insane
certainty of necromancy and cannibalism. After a brief high speed car
chase, he was forced off the road by Desmond Humbolt's shiny black Hummer.
Melvin managed to steer his wrecked pickup down a steep incline and into a
muddy river. As Humbolt took aim with a high powered sniper rifle, Mr.
Briggs lost himself in the river mud, eventually washing up near a bridge
downstream. His windshield sunk beneath the polluted waters decorated with
several cracked spiderwebs of shattered glass.
Melvin was discovered unconscious and wet by a travelling student named
Danny Hurtz, who revived him via CPR. Danny was driving the semi-conscious
ex-neo-nazi to a clinic in the nearest town when he was shot in the head
by a very upset Desmond Humbolt. His small Toyota coming to an abrupt halt
after colliding with what might be the only tree in Oklahoma.
Melvin's truck and Danny's subcompact are both left behind by the
increasingly furious Desmond Humbolt. The owners of the two vehicles are
taken back to Aktion Zeta's HQ for dinner, with Melvin being forced to eat
Danny before being consumed by Humbolt. Eventually the Oklahoma Highway
Patrol come across the two wrecked vehicles and inform the Investigators.
*******
"Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor
standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful."
- Psalms 1:1
The small town of Butte Flats, Oklahoma was once an oil town, but since
NWI closed the refinery, many have moved on. They left behind polluted
water, poverty and racism. Every day more good people leave Butte Flats,
distilling the hate and desperation of those few remaining.
Interviews with the Local Sheriff and townsfolk reveal this tawdry
trailer-park tragedy, and little else. The names of some neo-Nazi youth
can be dredged up, as well as the fact that most of the neo-nazis are
employed by EMC constructing their new slaughterhouse, or as hands at
EMC's cattle ranch.
Sheriff Taylor tells the Investigators that ARM and WAR were fierce rivals
up until about year ago. Then they made up all friendly-like. When talked
to, the neo-nazis reveal two distinct personality types: Scared Shitless,
and Defiantly Dangerous. Some of the scared ones may turn up missing if
the investigators pursue further conversations with them. The defiant
Bauer (those with zero sanity) may try to instigate a violent incident
with the Investigators. Preferably this confrontation will occur at a
cattle ranch with horses, bulls and cows complicating the tactical
situation.
A distraction from the matters at hand are the cattle mutilations
performed by the Cthonians. These reports periodically come in when
Investigators are almost about to find a truly important lead.
Eventually the Investigators will be drawn to the Oil refinery cum
Concentration Camp that lies at the evil center of Aktion Zeta. It would
be a simple matter to collapse the partially disassembled machinery and
half-constructed slaughterhouse into the cavernous reaches below. Much
more complicated is to rescue the resurrected and insane victims of the
Karotechia. Witnessing the horrors perpetrated under the ground might
prove utterly devastating to fragile sanity.
*******
To be continued...
The Man in Black
is : Kenneth Scroggins
Novus Ordo Seclorum : Annuit Coeptus : E Pluribus Unum
[seven is darker]
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