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?
The Times had an article on damage/lack thereof to cultural sites in NO. Interestingly, some of the museums' insurance companies sent security in before the storm hit. This, I think would make a great introductory scenario for DG Friendlies.
The Pitch: You wake up in a Jail Cell. You have no idea who you are. After a few hours of wracking your brain and coming up with nothing- the guard comes in, tells your sister has posted bail and you are free to go until trial. You don't remember having a sister.
During the 1850-1860 decade China was in flames, caused by the Taiping (Great Peace) sect, a pseudo-Christian, pseudo-messianistic cult lead by a mad prophet. They had connections with the Hong Kong and Shangai Triads. Some of the triads where members of the Bloated Woman cult.
A member of the DG cell receives communication from Cell A to service a Green Box located in the state capitol. The Agent is the nearest person with full DG clearance, and his/her fellow cell-members may not need to become involved, depending on the Agent's judgment.
Delta Green 
