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.
Choose federal law enforcement. Choose the military. Choose NASA or the CDC. Choose lying to your superiors. Choose to ruin your career. Choose no friends. Choose divorce. Choose life through the bottom of a bottle.Choose destroying evidence and executing innocent people because they know too fucking much. Choose black fatigues and matching gas masks. Choose the Golden Dawn and waking up wondering who you are. Choose a 9mm retirement plan. Choose going out with a bang at the end of it all, PGP-encrypting your last message down a securely laid cable as an NSA wetworks squad busts through your door.
We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans
Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us
We drink elixirs that we refine
from the juices of the dying
We are no monsters, we're moral people
and yet we have the strength to do this
This is the splendour of our achievement
Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss
I work as an anthropologist in Southeast Asia. So I've always been fascinated by the Tcho Tcho. Read a lot of the different hypotheses, biological models etc in the Ice Cave, but wanted one that would let them all be true, as well as tie the Tcho Tcho more deeply to the Mythos. So I came up with this. In a nutshell, due to an ancient Mythos connection, Tcho Tcho assimilate the genomes of the things they eat. If they want to stay (roughly) human, they HAVE to eat humans. On the other hand, if they have the POW to assimilate other things without mutating to death, they can become insectile hive queens, naked mole rats or whatever else they can stuff down their throats. Including nice white boys and girls...
It's really part of a
clever decades-old disinformation campaign; PISCES is behind it. They want to
discredit all of that "psychic" nonsense as much as possible in the US (and
elsewhere) so they can keep their near-monopoly on "Talents". Maybe
they quietly prop up the careers of people like Uri Geller, John Edward, Sylvia
Browne, the Ghosthunters (US), the Ghost Hunters (UK) and various New Age
flakes in order to occasionally "expose" them as frauds; toss one to
the lions when you've used 'em up and break out the next sacrificial lamb.
I'd been working on porting the psychic rules from Pagan's Golden Dawn
and DG:Countdown to the Nemesis system. I got a copy of the WT5
playtest rules & it looked like most of the work had already been
done in the form of the Miracle Cafeteria.
Miskatonic's darkest days were in the 1930s.
Depression gripped the nation and MU was not spared, particularly after
not one but two disastrous Antarctic expeditions. But the school
survived by biting the bullet.
In the year 1926, Ralph Carter, a semi successful stockbroker and full
time bohemian underwent a personality change at a party. He passed out
for an hour and woke up as someone else. No one at the party really
noticed. They assumed he was resting and brought him right back into
the party.
"The Five Fingers on the Hand of God" are a unique Mythos-hunting
organization: they do not care about attaining forbidden knowledge or
saving mankind from ultimate destruction at the hands of the Great Old
Ones. They care only about doing as much damage as possible to the
degenerate cults who worship them (with especial animosity toward the
Cult of the Bloody Tongue), and they are uniquely qualfied to carry out
their aims: the group is a secret cabal of "Made" Mafia men, a
conspiracy nested within a conspiracy, with access to better weaponry
than any official body, and no constraints other than those laid down
by their shadowy 'Capo', Giuseppe DiCaprizzi.
In the small town of Pátzcuaro, located just a few hours out of Mexico
City, something has happened. In the sealed basement of an abandoned
school, the thing that was thought to be dead has been re-awakened and
escaped its bonds. Delta Green is called in to investigate after the citizens of Pátzcuaro begin bringing their dead children to hospitals
in pieces. The local police have set up a neighborhood watch, but that
won't stop the killings from continuing.