SPACE
A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Murder Mystery!
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A cloud of mystery awaiting the light of truth.
‘Nasty looking sonofabitch, ain’t he? Yes, the corpse on the floor. Though, you aren’t much better, Rookie. Gabriel del Faro. Detective Gabriel del Faro. “Sir” to you. Call me Gabe and your dentist’ll move up a tax bracket.’
‘Enough of that. We have an afternoon to get through the body, the house and the witnesses before the brass is breathing down my neck. Get to work, Rookie.’
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JOSEPH KANT - DINING ROOM
Joseph Kyle Kant. 48 years old. Male. More money than taste. Or sense. Death certificate still warm off the press.
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Hair: Blond.
Eyes: Blue.
Stab Wounds: Eleven. Concentrated between shoulder blades
Found In Puddle Of: Blood, sweat, tears and vomit
Abdominal Cavity: Open
Insides: Out (Found in the approx. 3x4m area surrounding body)
Cause of Death: TBD
‘A toddler could tell me that, Rookie. Your mother gave you eyes, fucking use them!’
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WOUNDS - DINING ROOM
Stab wounds: Neat, dry. Knife between the shoulderblades protruding perpendicular to the skin, like some brutal cake topper. Puddles of viscera across the room, intestines like wet, red yarn, teeth marks on an exposed rib… Something else piercing through the torn-up palm of a bloody hand. Assailant was strong, strong enough to drive the weapon into Kant's back.
‘Rookie, never assume strength when fear or hate will do. Besides, it’s not hard to drive a very pointy knife into a body already lying down.’
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Inspect the evidence — Solve the case
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Space is a part-time psychology student, full-time escaped research specimen. Their writing consists of disconnected scenes which will never see a page, and research reports. They live an entirely dog-centric life in Sydney, endeavoring every day to be strong enough to be gentle. Take chances, make mistakes and get messy!
