Threads & Throws: Delta Green

Delta green & Omen gme

Threads & Throws — Fri, 05 Jun 2026 11:57:23 GMT

I made a little video teaser for this one earlier.

I play Delta green ttrpg with the help from the game master emulator called Omen gme. That is a really interesting choice. I know there are a lot to choose from out there, Mythic gme being one of the largest. But it´s nice to vary from time to time or find a new favourite one.
And one can always combine different tables/charts and such from different sources.
As a solo ttrpg-player You know that you can never have enough of these tools…

So what is this all about?

I will use the Omen gme as I declared earlier. And I will go through some of the steps of this tool as play goes on. It will not be a proper instruction on how to use it but hopefully You will be curious. Same goes for the Delta green rules.
Please let me know in the comments, your thoughts about this playthrough. And just for the sake of it… a little warning. This one can get graphically violent because of the nature of this game. And I use images which are AI-generated. These are images I made out of my own prompts. I wanted to include these because it´s how I imagine the characters and such. Some readers/players will like it, some not so much. But the idea is just to show you how I imagine things in this play of mine.

So.. lets do some threads and throws shall we?

My character: Murdoch Schnell. 56 years old, Police detective.

Murdoch is a strong, athletic man who has always loved staying active. However, his last 5–6 years with Delta Green have clearly taken their toll on him. Not just physically but mentally.

He has a wife called Debbie who longs for their mutual retirement. Murdoch can´t retire for real because of his involvement with Delta green. The day he retires, it will be in a body bag. So his relation to his wife will surely put a strain on the marriage.

His neighbour and good friend Carl can really be a life saver when things are tough. He is a great listener (works as a therapist) and never gets bored of hearing Murdoch rambling.

In his free time he plays Magic the gathering every once in a while in a group of friends. Especially when his wife works the night shift at the small hospital St. Jude.

Scene 1. Breifing.

Scene rating: 3 (a rather calm and foreseeing situation)

Roll 1 D10: 1 (Add a theme) Theme:1D6: 4 -Social

Theme state (tokens+scene rating is target roll) roll 1D10: 10 - Critical fail state (Ambush or enemy intensity)

Tokens: 3 (can use these for special occations)

After setting this scene according to Omen gme I interpret the result:

The man in charge, Matthew looks like a stormy weather in a suite.

“Sit down”. Silence. “Murdoch…”. Murdoch takes a seat at a small table. Matthew stands still, watching him with a stonelike face and attitude. Murdoch has met this man a few times before, but he never liked him. He knew him by name but that could just be some code used in the organisation. He could be a high boss or just some middle chief of sort.

“Emergency dispatch center got a distress call last night. We were lucky we had that area under surveillance.
Murdoch nods and listen.
”It was a certain Noah..” shuffling through some papers. “Ratfield”. When pronouncing his last name, he furrows his brow and looks first at the papers, then at Murdoch, as if to get some kind of confirmation. “The call came from St.Jude´s hospital”.

Murdoch doesn't answer straight away. He thinks back to his and Debbie’s conversation last night over two glasses of red wine. Retirement. She had spoken with her boss at the hospital about it, and she was all over the place, talking about the what, the how, and the when regarding their future. For a brief moment, Murdoch let himself get carried away by the thought—just enough to respond with a convincing, false smile. But it was only a moment. For years, he had been shackled to this secret Delta Green department.
He felt deeply guilty this morning for not being able to talk about this with Debbie.

“One of our agents went missing three weeks ago,” Matthew continued, his eyes staring right through Murdoch’s lies and his thoughts of a normal life. “He turned up at the morgue three days ago. It was Noah Ratfield.”
Murdoch snapped out of his thoughts, feeling a surge of anxiety, but he did his best not to show it.
"He is sitting in a room here, handcuffed, and awaiting your interrogation," Matthew says, his voice low and steady. "He claims he doesn't know who he is, or how he ended up in the morgue three days ago. Let's see if your methods are more effective than ours."

Murdoch tryng to get his mind straight. When trying to respond he just gets interrupted by the chief: Matthew points a finger at the door, his eyes remaining fixed on Murdoch, unblinking. "You get your sorry ass in there, talk to him. Then you tell me how in hell a dead agent turns up here breathing... living again."

Scene 2. Interrogation.

Scene rating: 1 (unfamiliar or dangerous situation)

(Add a theme) No need to roll due to Scene rating 1 (always a theme on SR 1)

Theme state roll (tokens+scene rating is target roll, in ths case 4. So I need to roll below 4) 1D10: 10 - Critical Failed state (dangerous)

Intensity die (because of failed state roll) : 8 (Considerable danger)

After setting this scene according to Omen gme I interpret the result:

Murdoch looks at Noah and his stomach turns. His mental capability isn´t enough to just look at him as if this was a everyday meeting. He sits down in frpnt of him at the opposite of the table.
The room is sterile, bathed in the harsh, flickering hum of overhead fluorescent lights. Noah Ratfield sits slumped in a metal chair, his wrists secured to the table by heavy steel cuffs. He looks hollow—a shell of the man. His eyes are unfocused, darting around the room as if tracking something only he can see.

Omen: Does ratfield seem chocked? Very likely YES/NO= YES (1D10= 6)

Ok, so Ratfield is chocked. Murdoch tries to calm down a bit and (tries at least) start the interrogation: “So Mr.Ratfield.. you called 911 and reported a situation…” (I roll for persuade in order to make him talk: 99, FUMBLE!)
Ratfield suddenly locks eyes with Murdoch. It’s as if he’s seeing right through him. Murdoch feels beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and panic begins to rise within him.
The air in the room feels stagnant, thick with the smell of stale coffee and something metallic—like old blood. Ratfield’s gaze doesn’t waver; it feels like a heavy weight pressing against Murdoch’s chest, stripping away his professional armor. Murdoch feels like he’s on the back foot—a vulnerable state he rarely finds himself in. The sheer intensity of it leaves him pinned to his seat, held in place by a sudden, paralyzing sense of exposure.

This calls for a SAN-test: 1D100= 89 Failed.SAN loss 1D6= 4 According to Delta green rules one can choose to try and project this on a Bond (example Debbie) instead. So I roll 1 D4= 4. That means I dont loose any san-points. But -4 Bond with Debbie and -4 Will points. That leaves Murdoch more mentally vulnerable.

Murdoch is feeling hopelessness and despair. Why can´t he just retire? Tell that scum of a chief out there “I quit! Yes you All heard me. I am going to retire, i´m done!”. But no, that´s not going to happen…ever…

I used the “spark table” to get words and form something useful out of it.It works like this: Roll 1D100 four times on the table, choose two of the words and begin your meaning.It works out really well. Gets your imagination going. I got the words “old” and “escape”.

Noah: “I fled from the Old one…no one can flee from the Old one…impossible…never! Never!” And at the same time as he screams out the words, he slams his face straight down into the table so that blood splatters and the sound of small bones breaking, mixed with the sound of the door behind Murdoch being unlocked and swinging open.
Noah Ratfield is still.

Omen: Is Ratfield dead (again)? Very likely YES/NO= YES (1D10= 5)

Matthew appears in the room. It was hard to tell which was more red: the blood on the table or the color of the chief’s face.

San check:1D100= 89 FAIL. San loss: 1D6= 5. I roll 1D4= 1 and project this -1 on Debbie. So 4 points loss of sanity.

Matthew: “What the hell have you done?!”
Murdoch: “He did that to himself!”

Matthew lets out a roar that sounds more like a wounded animal than a human as Murdoch bolts from the chair, the sound of the metallic legs screeching against the floor. Murdoch manages to scramble past the desk and out the door, but his escape is short-lived.

He barely makes it into the hallway before his momentum is halted. The narrow corridor feels like a claustrophobic tunnel, and the air here is chillingly still compared to the chaos inside the room. Murdoch hits a dead end in the hallway just opposite the interrogation room, trapped by the layout of the facility and the sudden realization that there is nowhere left to run.

Behind him, Mathew is closing in, his breathing ragged and heavy. The silence in the hallway is only broken by the frantic thudding of Murdoch’s own heart.
The overwhelming pressure of the morning—the haunting gaze of Ratfield, the violence, and now the suffocating dead end—breaks Murdoch’s last line of defense. The adrenaline leaves his system, replaced by an involuntary, violent heave.

He doubles over, retching uncontrollably against the cold, sterile wall of the hallway. The metallic taste of bile mingles with the faint, lingering scent of blood drifting from the open door behind him. He stands there shaking, unable to straighten up, his focus entirely consumed by the physical agony of his panic.

Behind him, the heavy, rhythmic thud of Matthew’s boots stops just a few feet away. The chief stands motionless, his presence radiating pure, suffocating fury.
”Murdoch.. Your case file is on my table. Dont you dare fuck this one up”.

And that rounds up scene 2 (or scene 1 if thinking about the first as just the breifing).
I really like to play with Omen gme so far. It only gets better with time. I chose not to use any of my tokens yet. I wanted to see where this could land first so to speak.
Tokens can be used for changing a success to a critical success by using the right amount (max 4). And every time you make a Theme State Roll, your tokens are used to calculate your Target Number (TN). The formula is: Scene Rating + Number of Tokens = TN.

I will continue this playthrough as soon as I have time and effort. Omen gme is a great tool for solo ttrpg´s and a nice alternative to other gme´s.

Now it`s time to check my threads and npc´s: ~~Noah ratfield~~
Matthew (chief)
Debbie (lost some points on her bond)

The Old one (what can this mean?")

Thank You for reading and please follow the trail…

Delta Green

Threads & Throws — Sun, 12 Apr 2026 10:59:33 GMT

So this is part 2 and last part of this game. Maybe it will be more from where this camr from :).

So lets do some threads and throws shall we?

Have I seen this box before?
I roll for History (80): 65 Success. Yes, I have seen this box before. In a book during a previous investigation. I understood immediately that there was something special about this one. Specifically the skull that emits a yellow-green glow. I have never seen it in person, but in a picture in a book. But do I remember anything more about this specific artifact? I roll for Occult (30): 68 Failure. No, I don't remember any details about it. Now those steps are closing in..

Is there anywhere I can hide? Chaos factor 7. Likely: 21. Yes. I slip away and crouch behind two large boxes stacked on top of each other a few meters away, and wait to see what is coming down the stairs.

Is it Lionel (the neighbor) coming down? 89 No. Okay, is it the older mover? 77 Yes.

The man comes down the stairs, stops by the chest, and makes the cross sign. He mumbles a few words, looks up toward the stairs, and approaches the box with the glowing skull. Does he touch the skull? Likely: 56-Yes. It begins to glow even brighter. The man makes no sound, even though his mouth suddenly falls open. It seems as if the light from the skull shines right through him, making a glow emanate from his eyes, mouth, and nose.

I draw my pistol out of pure instinct. Suddenly, the skull darkens, but the light remains within the man. He snaps his head in my direction with a jerk and reaches out his arms, and the yellow-green light pulsing from within his body casts long, distorted shadows against the cellar walls. An absolute, oppressive silence still reigns in the room.

I stand up and aim the pistol at the man. He doesn't seem to react but walks straight toward me. I fire a shot. Firearms (40) dice result:65. I miss. the shot echoes in the cellar area and most probably in the rest of the house. The man comes closer and I step back and take another shot: (40) dice result: 1, a critical hit!

The deafening roar of the weapon fills the cellar again.
The yellow-green light within the man flickers violently upon impact. The physical force of the projectile stops his advance abruptly, and for a moment, it looks as if the light inside him is trying to escape through the new hole the bullet has created. The absolute silence in the room is broken by a loud, crackling sound, like static electricity.

Rolling for dmg: Beretta M1934 1D8 (x2 due to critical hit): 7x2=14 dmg in his face area.

The crackling sound intensifies into a roar, like a transformer short-circuiting. The man’s body jerks and falls backward onto the stone floor. The moment he hits the ground, the light within him goes out instantly, just like pulling a plug. The cellar returns to its unnatural, odorless darkness. The only thing heard now is the faint ringing in your ears after the shots and the heavy silence from the motionless body on the floor.

Is the man dead? Or has the light simply vanished? 50/50: Exceptional yes. The man is dead. But there is no blood, no brain matter, just a dark hole in his face. His head seems like an empty shell.

I make a sanity check by now: failure, -5 sanity points.

As I struggle to maintain my composure, a shout is heard from the top of the stairs:

"Bill? Whats`s happening down there?!".

The second mover now stands at the end of the stairs. The mechanical hissing from his throat fills the clinically clean room, and the yellow-green glow begins to spread beneath his skin. He looks at his dead comrade, then at you, with a gaze that is no longer human.

I see the younger mover standing at the end of the stairs, staring at the man lying lifeless on the ground. He stammers: "What the hell have you done? What... what happened?"

"He attacked me when I was about to take that box. I don't understand... it was self-defense." I roll for Persuade (40): 18, a success. For some reason, I manage to convince the kid that it was self-defense and that the older man tried to murder me in cold blood.

"Bill? He... he wasn't like that... he was strange... but not violent... he... he..." He is trembling so hard his legs shake. He falls back and sits down on the bottom step. I say: "I’m going to call this in now; you go upstairs and sit in the kitchen. Don't look at him."

He turns around and vomits.

I feel as if I am in a dream world. What happened? What have I done? I must report to my handler, and soon. What if the shots were heard from far away? I look around for something to cover the chest with... a blanket. Good. I throw it over and help the kid to his feet, supporting him up to the kitchen so he can sit in a chair."

I walk out into the hallway and contact my handler immediately: "3346, I have secured 'the box.' One casualty... an accident. The other one is safe." Silence. "Has he seen anything?"
"No... or yes, but not enough for him to doubt or understand."
"Stand by, a transport is coming." Click.

I go down to the basement, retrieve the small chest, and place it in the trunk. Then, a white car pulls up and stops next to mine.

Test scene: Chaos Factor 7: 1 (Altered Scene).
Scene adjustment table: 8 (Make two adjustments: Add a character and increase an activity).

Two men walks out of the car. Both dressed in white.
One of the men walks straight into the house. The other stays by the car and looks at me. It’s a stout person, a man in his 50s. I see his name tag: Dr. East. I realize, of course, that these people are involved in "the program." The other man comes out of the house with the young mover linked by the arm. He seems to have been given some form of sedative, as saliva is trickling down the corner of his mouth and his speech is slurred. "Fear" and "leadership." "Afraid to lead..." He is ushered into the white car. Meanwhile, the doctor stares at me. But he says nothing. He gets into the driver's seat, and they roll away.

Lionel (the neighbor) comes over (from out of nowhere). He’s sweaty. He pulls up his upper lip, baring his teeth. "What a strange day this is, eh... I swear I heard gunshots... I come over here and, well..." He nods toward the car rolling away. He looks at me while doing some stretching exercises with his hands on his hips.

I just nod. My thoughts are elsewhere. The job is done, and I just want to get out of here. Maybe see my friend Bethany... the priest... I need to talk about something else, at least, to numb the terror that has washed over me.

I say goodbye, get into my car, and start the engine. Lionel is nowhere to be seen. It's as if he vanished into thin air. Just like that... But I hit the gas and back out of the driveway, looking in the rearview mirror. Do I see Lionel? 50/50: 63—Yes.
In the backseat? 34—Yes. His eyes are glowing like flashlights.

The end

Thank You for reading. And please comment.

Follow the trail…

Delta Green

Threads & Throws — Wed, 08 Apr 2026 20:32:57 GMT

I sat down around thirty minutes ago thinking I had to play some more of the game I started. I don´t like to just quit and take on another adventure just because something went in a unwanted way or anything.
Trying to find my ways around solo-ttrpg-play and with the help from my readers it´s really fun and engaging.

So let´s do some threads & throws, shall we?

I got the two keys. One that I know where it leads: the cellar. The other one… I have no idea.
But first I got curous on the living room on this entrance area of the house. So I decided to check it out. Not so much furniture left in that room. A big lamp in the ceiling, a thick carpet and some boxes. A built-in shelf on the wall across the room caught my eye. That because of the books…
Rolled Search:Success. Something was located behind one of the books, a smaller book that appeared to be glowing and pulsating with light as if it was something taken from a scifi-novel.

Test scene: Altered. A npc appears. Rolled for which one: The older worker.
Npc reaction: Indulge/balance.

The man almost lost his balance there for a while, staring at the glowing book. He makes the sign of the cross in the air before him.
I quickly try to persuade him: “Are you alright? That is just one of Arthurs many battery operated devices. Some kind of hobby you see. That´s exactly what I had to bring back. That thing and some of the books in his collection.”
Persuade: Failed.
The man tursn around and run towards the entrance door. I quickly follow but the other worker, the younger one gets in my way and I improvise:
”Your friend… I don`t know.. seems to be sick. He looked so pale running towards your car. Did you eat something bad?”
He looks at me and shakes his head.. “No…eh…no not that I can think of…” Looks confused and starts to walk after the co-worker.
”Wait! He made the sign of the cross when I was picking up some books from the shelf in the living room and rambled on about something… I don´t know…you think he..?” And I make a gesture as I was drinking from a bottle. “I dont think he is a drinker…no…well I´ll check on him..thanx.”
And away he went. And I hurried back into the living room, grabbed some cloth lying on the floor and threw on the glowing book, making a package. Then I got out and left it in the back seat of my car. And it was time for that cellar…

Thread 2:“Find anything connected to the program”. Check!

Before venturing further I decided that I should call my “handler” and report in.
”It´s me. I found something. And I am soon on to the next one. But one of the workers here at the house saw something he shouldn`t. How do I proceed?

Rolled on action table: “Plans”. So I go on as planned.

I went to the cellar door and was about to unlock it when the younger worker appeared.
”He is sick and we will soon make our way out of this place.. you have a key?”
I look at the cellar door. “No, not to the house.. but I am almost finished here so..”
The man nods. “Alright..well, I have some boxes left… have to come back another day…”. And he leaves.
I continue by opening the cellar door, walk in and almost close the door behind me, not quite.
Roll for smell: “Interesting”. A interesting smell hits me when I walk down the stairs.It smells like something new… paint? No something else…something familiar. I just cant make the words…weird.
When I come down to the cold hard floor I roll for search:Success. Before me at the edge of the nothern wall lies my goal: The green box.
Test scene: Altered. Add an object.
I roll for object:”desired”. So anothe desired object. A shining white skull lay upn the green box which stand on a pedestal.

Thread 1: “Find the green box” Check!

Do I hear something? YES. I hear footsteps on the stairs…

To be continued…

Thank you for reading and feel free to comment. It can be thoughts about the story, how I play, anything you would like to discuss.

And please… follow the trail…

Delta green

Threads & Throws — Mon, 06 Apr 2026 15:47:06 GMT

I wanted to play ”Delta green” ttrpg for a long time but haven’t found the time really. So yesterday evening I took the quickstart rules, rolled up a character and tried to play using Mythic gm 2ed. These are some of my play and thoughts on this one. It´s not the entire session because I haven`t played it yet. But I wanted to share this and some thoughts around it. So I hope that all of you who read this take some time to consider comment.

It went a bit slow.And it went a bit boring.But I think I know why.

I asked AI to set up a starting hook and I just started playing. (I put my phone away except trying to answer when he wrote a interesting article as usual. And I almost fell asleep. So lying in your bed (sleepy) with a rulebook on the mobile phone and a physical character sheet and some papers is not a good thing when learning a new system.

Anyhow…

Lets do some threads & throws shall we?

BRIEFING: OPERATION CLEAN HOUSE

Time: 09:15

Location: An encrypted email, self-destructing after reading.

Your Handler has issued the following directive:

“Agent, one of our ‘Friendlies,’ a retired librarian named Arthur Penhaligon, passed away last Thursday. Arthur was a diligent collector of... sensitive material during his time in service. He lived alone in a dilapidated Victorian villa in Oakhaven, Massachusetts.

His niblings have already hired a firm to hold an estate sale this Saturday. You have until then. Infiltrate the property under the pretext of being an antique dealer or a distant relative. Identify Arthur’s ‘Green Box’ (codename for his private archive) and either destroy or secure all unnatural material. If civilians have seen something they shouldn’t: report and await instructions.”

Thread 1: “Find the green box”

Thread 2: “Find anything connected to the program”

Arriving at the building in my anonymous vehicle I could see two men working with lifting furniture and boxes out from the victorian building. After describing the scene I tested it with Mythic: Altered.

So I asked if there were any more people around at this point? NO. If anything peculiar happened? NO. So I rolled on a table instead which gave me a npc. So I imagined a neighbour coming up from nowhere and stopped by the house where I stood.
After some rolling on tables (and a bit of imagination) I got this information about him: A man in his fifties, training clothes , running shoes, socks that reach up to the knees. I nod at the man when he comes up to me.

“A great thing that…” and the points at the house. I dont really understand what he means. “I mean, it didt take forever til the moving firm got to the place”. He contunues rabling: “I didnt know him very well… Arthur was it?” He looks at me and I just nod before he goes on: “Name`s Lionel by the way”. And he reaches for my hand which I politely shakes. “You work for..”. He nods in the direction of one of the working men.
”No, I am just here for some books”. I try to keep it short but this Lionel person seems a bit too interested and curious for his own good.
He looks surprised. ”Books you say? Well, I am no bookworm, and I didn´t think of Arthur that way either..”.
I think to myself: If this man didn´t knew Arthur, then why would he react this way?
”Well its been nice meeting you Lionel, time to work.”
Lionel looks at the house then at me. He has a strange look all of a sudden.
”Yes.. yes… you have a nice day”.

NPC: Lionel, nosy neighbour.
NPC: Moving company men, one in his sixies and one in his thirties.

I walk towards the front door and I see in the corner of my eye Lionel standing there still watching. Weird man that one…
The working men greets me briefly when I enter the house. One of them is looking bleak and the other one is looking muscular. The bleak one is his sixties and the more muscular one seems to be around 30 years old. (rolled on character appearance)
I smell “old home”, dust, wood… when I stand in the hallway. I test the scene: Altered.
So.. I hear the working men speak to each other: “Lets take a break.. this can wait at least twenty, what do you say?”.

The workers will be on break for about 20 minutes which gives me some time to explore the building some without being disturbed I think. I walk down the corridor and see a door by the stairs leading upwards. I get curious. Mythic: Is the door locked? YES. Ok of course..
So I`ll just go back and look up those working men. “Excuse me, I need to get into the cellar. There are books down there which I am obliged to get to the bookshop…relatives wish..”

Mythic: Are they helpful? YES.

“Sure… eh..” The younger one looks past me. “Over in the kitchen, a keybox on the dining table. We had some trouble getting it off the wall..but I hope it`s ok..”
I just hold up my hands. “No problem at all.” Then I turn around and walk towards the kitchen past the stairs and the locked door. The kitchen seems to be emptied of everything but the dining table, four chairs and some newspapers lying around. On the table there is a box with a lot of keys hanging on small hooks. I look for the cellar door key and find it with a tag “cellar”.
Mythic: Is there anything else catching my eyes in this key box? YES.

I take it as I find another key. Rolled on the descriptor table and got “smooth”. So I pick up a smooth key, a bit smaller than the cellar-key but heavier to the touch in my hand. This seems a bit strange.

So this was the first part of the session/investigation

I felt the day after (now when I write this journal) that something was missing. Yes I was very tired when I started out and I really had some more expectations on this one. Call of cthulhu being one of my favourite games and settings. I would like to play some sessions in modern era. But I decided on trying out Delta green instead which I really thought would be great for solo-play.
I believe that I see the scenes as in movie sometimes and it just gets in the way of my own imagination. I mean.. I really want to experience the adventure in my brain. But it just stands still and gets very bleak sometimes.
When writing this I understand that I should have asked more questions, rolled some more dice and maybe layered out everything a bit more. Are there any noises coming from the bathroom? Does it look like the working men hides something? Should I have questioned that Lionel character? (keep in mind I cant let anyone see or hear anything regarding “the program” Then it`ll be bloodshed just to keep Delta green hidden away from ordianry people).
The house is big, not just the main floor and the cellar which I just got my hands on the key too. Seems a bit es way… Maybe those three NPC´s will turn out troublesome (hopefully).
And I think I will use AI to generate som more pictures and descriptions of the setting o catch that right feeling. Even if I really want to go as analog as possible.

Maybe I will see this one through… only time will tell…

Feel free to write in the comments below. I really appreciate it.

Thank You for reading and please follow the trail…