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?
Duxbury, Pennsylvania. Since 1971, Hunt Electronics has owned the town. In a manner not unlike HE's founder, the deceased Arthur Hunt, CEO William Lassiter bought the town, piece by piece; and he paid enough money so the locals are more than happy with the deal. Like Hellbend, California, the town was brought into the company fold, and now it is there; safe and warm, it will never be the same again. People are happy, the schools are good, the company takes care of them. There is no crime.
Chester, Ohio is a sleepy little town in Meigs County, Ohio. It’s home to the Parsons Plastics factory – the major employer in the town, and several smaller manufacturing plants. The economic dips that have come and gone since the Great Depression have somehow passed Chester by, and people like it that way. The 20,000 people who call Chester home love it; its small town flavor has not been marred by the modern bustle of city life.
Hellbend was once a vibrant town of nearly 3,500 souls, back when Hunt Electrodynamics ran the show. It was in the middle of nowhere, out past Beatty Junction near Death Valley, and no one knew why it was built there. In fact, no one cared. In the late 1940’s, Hellbend produced a third of the electronics found in fighter aircraft around the world. Hunt Electrodynamics ran everything from the schools, the town general store all the way down to the funeral parlor. The company provided everything; and the people liked it that way. Then the explosion of 1952 happened and everything changed.
Delta Green 
