The Last Performance
The Royale Theatre, London · 1962
“A death on a lit stage, four hundred witnesses, and a past that followed someone home.”
- Players
- 2 detectives, or 1
- Runs
- 60 to 90 minutes
- Setting
- The Royale Theatre, London, 1962
- History
- Original fiction
- Evidence
- Five stages, to both phones
- Best for
- A night in for two, or one alone
- Acting
- None. No host, no guests
- You need
- A TV or laptop, and a phone each
- Difficulty
- Moderate
- Delivery
- Instant access
- Price
- A$39, one payment
- Content
- Original fiction. Involves a death on stage and a past someone hides. No graphic detail.
The Royale smells of greasepaint, cigarettes and forty years of first nights. Out front, four hundred people in their good coats watch the stage the way people watch a fire. Death arrives under full light, in front of every one of them, and not a soul can say what they truly saw. Backstage, the dressing-room mirrors keep their own counsel, and somebody's past, the one they thought they had left behind, appears to have bought itself a ticket.
That is all the file will tell you. The rest arrives across the five stages, one piece of evidence at a time, and you won't see the whole of it until the end.
How this one plays
Two detectives, or one
Just the pair of you on a couch, working the case together, or on your own with one phone. No guests to invite, no costumes, nothing to host.
Five stages
Scene photographs, the victim's file, the first reports, then forensics and statements. Each stage lands on both phones.
It argues back
Log cause of death, prime suspect and motive on the shared screen. When the evidence stops supporting an answer, the board flags it amber.
Commit to move on
A stage only opens once an answer is locked in, so play can't get ahead of the evidence.
Sixty to ninety minutes
One shared screen, your phone or phones, one evening. Three from three at the end is a clean solve.
The Last Performance is invented from end to end, and it is built to mislead. There is no real case behind it, nothing to look up, and nothing you can spoil by reading around it beforehand.
The solution is fair. Every piece of evidence you need reaches your phones before you are asked to name anybody, and the misdirection is in how the pieces are arranged rather than in anything being withheld from you.
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