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.
Randolph was a failing journalist before he became a failing war
correspondent. Within days of arriving in France, he stole a decade-old
Cadillac and drove towards the front lines, intent on getting an
exclusive story instead of the propaganda-filled mash that the officers
were spoon feeding the other writers.
Sadly, he wound up driving directly into an area that was being heavily
pummeled by artillery fire, from both sides. After several narrow
escapes from German and Allied troops (it was a case of mistaken
identity, they saw a unmarked car driving through a war zone and took
the shot) he found himself cowering in a basement while artillery
shells rained down all around.
In the darkness and noise, he tried to maintain his composure, but soon
his thoughts of home, loved ones, and familiar places were tainted by
terror and lack of sleep.
On the second day, in a state of sleep deprivation, he noticed that
there was a shadow on one wall, illuminated by an unseen fire somewhere
outside. As the flames raged on, the shadow moved in unnatural ways...
almost as if it was alive.
The third day brought a moment of peace... but the fitful sleep was
fought with dreams of a horrifying, unnatural home, and the fear of the
war all around him. He awoke in a strong fever, and the fire that
caused the unnatural shadow had intensified, causing it to leap and
bend ever closer, as if it was reaching out to him.
As the fourth day without food passed, his fevered mind turned to a
state of waking nightmares. After a rather nasty few hours with his new
friend in the darkness, he awoke to find the house lifted off it's
foundation by the towering abomination of shadow that haunted his
nightmares.
Two days after that, he rejoined allied forces. And got his exclusive
story through to his editors at the Boston Herald. Though he could
never spend long in the presence of other talents (as his nebulous
companion would become even more aggressive and unpredictable in their
presence). Randolph continued to chase stories throughout the war.
In the darkness and noise, he tried to maintain his composure, but soon
his thoughts of home, loved ones, and familiar places were tainted by
terror and lack of sleep.