The Wrong Kind of Dead
Caldwell Manor, Wiltshire · 1957
“A locked house. An open safe. The money trail is a lie.”
- Players
- 2 detectives, or 1
- Runs
- 60 to 90 minutes
- Setting
- Caldwell Manor, Wiltshire, 1957
- 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 suspicious death, money and a hidden identity. No graphic detail.
Caldwell Manor keeps its heating off and its opinions to itself. On the night in question the doors were locked, the safe stood open, and every guest under its roof could tell you to the shilling what they believed the house owed them. Frost on the lawns. Sherry in the library. A ledger that refuses to add up the same way twice. Follow the money if you like; it has been waiting for you, and it lies.
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 Wrong Kind of Dead 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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