Project Nemesis is a fan driven website for games that use the One-Roll Engine (like Nemesis, Wild Talents, Reign and Monsters) or Chaosium's Basic Roleplay System (BRP) (like Call of Cthulhu) and the Delta Green setting.
You remember when your little sister grew an extra head and you took the butt
end of your daddy's shotgun to her until she stopped wailingin alien
tongues? Remember when you thought
that fat headless zombie-thing wouldn't stop growing or mutating or whatever
and you kept peppering the gigantic maggots erupting from it's bloated belly
with buckshot?
Remember when you
suddenly lost control of your body and the buzzing in your brain was so loud
you almost didn't stop whatever was controlling you from blowing your own
damn fool head off with that Remington 870 you picked up off the headless
state trooper's body?
It all started in 1995. One Year
after the Fairfield Incident. Things were crazy, paranoid times full of cell
structures and biohazards. Ahundred damned things popping up needing to be
put down every week. Contaminated towns disappearing off the map, Mob
informants withering and shrivelling right inside FBI "interview" rooms like
fast forwarded Egyptian mummies. Occult graffitti showing up in bad
neighborhoods and good neighborhoods.
I saw the Yellow Sign scrawled
60 feet up the wall across the back alley of a meat packing plant. At least
three bodies worth of human meat in the dumpster. How'd they even get the
blood that high up?
Every night, a different story, a new scenario...
scattershot beads of distilled hellfire scorching new and acute trails of
twisted agony through the raw remnants of human sanity. They come at you all
at once. Not like the well-aimed surgical precision of a sniper, but
like a maniac's spree killing, slaughtering human victims like
diseased
cattle.
Remember that evening on the pier? Two ships coming
in loaded with inhuman monsters? Cargo containers shaking like unstable
bombs... the full moon glaring down with cold light in the frozen night?
Steel rending with a metallic scream?
After the debacle of Dunkirk, the British military rediscovered
"shell-shock." This condition, thought after WWI to be cured by
superior officer skills, was affecting a large number of troops
evacuated from France. Facing imminent invasion by the Third Reich,
Great Britain needed to return as many of these men to "fighting
fitness" as possible. In desperate times, desperate measures were
needed. Shell-shocked troops were admitted to civilian sanatoriums, and
civilian psychiatrists had a free hand to experiment on large numbers
of unwilling subjects.
The cult originated in Turkey. Nowadays the cult's "headquarter" is
located in one of the countries that host Turkish emigrants. The
availability of flesh is a big issue for the cult and it uses gangs of
people-smugglers who ship illegal immigrants from the Balkans (and
other areas) as economic migrants. Container ships smuggle these people
( in containers ) into Europe. Most of the containers directly land in
slaughterhouses, but some of these illegal economic migrants are used
in the sex industry.
An agent is notified that a "postage due" item is being held for him
(or her) at the local post office. They owe $1.00US and can pick the
item up during normal lobby hours.
The investigation takes place in Arizona, on a barren stretch of ground in the northeastern quarter of the state near (insert a name here). The investigators are called in because of an incident involving mysterious deaths of cattle and the strange actions of the USDA inspector on the scene.
This scenario takes place after a successful op. Perhaps this previous operation was just checking on something, or maybe the cell spotted the monster early and capped him. In any case, they aren't running out of a town on fire, with a bunch of police cars after them. They can sit back, tell war stories, and drink scotch; tomorrow they have to go back to work.
Brownsville, Texas has a problem - its name is Matamoros. Located just over the Rio Grande, the border town is boon and bane. It brings business as people travel to and from the United States, but it also brings drugs, violence and narco-gangs.
A five-member DG Cell was retired 18 months ago. The two surviving useful members have been reassigned to new, different cells. Two of them are apparently dead.
This is a simulation exercise for two to four agents of a cell herein referred to as K. Depending on the actual cell configuration, two of the operatives may have status of friendlies, at the Case Officer's discretion.
Delta Green 
