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 town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts was founded in 1643 at the mouth of the Manuxet River. Its large harbor helped it grow into a thriving seaport and a major center of commerce on the Atlantic coast. Goods from around the world were brought back on its many sailing vessels.
In 1992, army engineers stationed in Saudi Arabia during Desert Storm stumble on an object in the sands. It was a section of a large stone object with strange symbols carved into it.
Recently I had an rough idea for a DG op that's just too nasty to keep from you guys. The agents must get into the Holy of Holies under the Temple Mount in Jerusalem to prevent Something Bad from happening.
The investigators receive at phone call around 6:00 p.m. The voice at the end of the line calmly invites them to 'a night at the opera'. The voice suggests that the team investigate Bainsville, as something has gone down there that needs investigating.
General George Hammond sighed, and poured himself another glass of whiskey. He had already had a fair bit. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking, and his career, not to mention his life, was already on thin ice with the steering committee.
Delta Green 
