Are you there? Text me. I need to talk.
[[You're a mad man! How did you get this phone in here?]]
I'm in a bad way. I can't think straight. I want to get out of the investigator racket. My boss wants me gone anyway. It's a bullshit job.
[[Why?]]I came home and I have notices everywhere. They're about to kick me out of my apartment.
My boss is pissed that I wasn't at work while I was in the hospital.
I need help with work so I can get paid. I have to solve a case soon.
I can't control my thoughts.
[[Let's figure this out. What do you need to do?]]Being a P.I. is nothing but spying and lying. It's stressfull. And sometimes all the choices are bad.
[[I guess you'll have to tough it out.|Need help]]If you've got a job to give me, I'll take it. I could work there at the hostitpal. I'll put on your straitjacket.
[[So what, then?|Need help]]-Figure out how to have passages of time.
-Remember Dodd punched in the face as a variable. [[Calm down. Tell me what happened.]]1. I need meds to slow down my mind. I'm down to my last pill.
2. I need to pay rent.
3. I need money for 1 & 2. That means I have to solve a case to get paid.
[[You have no money for meds?]]
[[Can you pawn something for rent?|Pawn something.]]
[[What's your case?]]I met with the client already. A man named Dodd Turner thinks his wife is cheating on him. But I don't know what to do.
[[Tell me about Dodd Turner]]
[[What do you usually do?]]
[[Relax. Take a breath. You can do this.]]Fuck you!
I wish I could've stayed in the hospital a little while longer.
[[Focus on the case. What's the first step?|What do you usually do?]]I can barely afford to eat. I was in the hospital for a month. I didn't get paid that whole time.
[[Pawn something.|Pawn something.]]
[[What's your case?]]I can't fucking pawn anything else!!! All I got's my balls!
[[Calm down. What's your case?|What's your case?]]It varies. I've got a few details from Mr. Turner. She's a housewife. Her name is Carla. Sometimes, she meets her friend Bea out. Or so she says.
I could stake out the house.
Other times I put hidden cameras in the living room, bedroom, and kitchen. You'd be surprised how many affairs happen there.
Clients like the cameras. But I have to sign them out from the agency. They charge me rental fees. The bastards.
[[Put up Cameras. Gotta please the client.|Affair Camera Option]]
[[Stake out.|Affair Stake Out Option]]If she's having an affair in the house I'll get definite proof. It's sometimes easier, too. But, if I don't get anything I'll still have to pay the agency a camera rental fee. I'm really stressed about money. You sure this is the way to go?
[[She's home alone all day. Of course they're meeting there.|Put up cameras]]
[[The husband could just be paranoid. Better just watch for now.|Affair Stake Out Option]]Okay. I'll text you when I get to her house.
I'm at her place. She's alone in the house. I'll see if she goes anywhere or if someone comes to her. I wish I hadn't pawned my camera, but at least my phone has a camera. Stupid wide angle.
I got bored, sneaked around to the backyard and peaked in the kitchen window. She's watching Sex In The City - figures. But she keeps looking at her watch. Rendezvous maybe?
Someone's called. It's on her landline. I'd like to check the caller ID. Find out who it is. Maybe the boyfriend.
She's on the move!
She's going toward her car. What should I do? Follow her or investigate the call?
[[Follow her. Let her lead you.|Affair Follow Option]]
Investigate the call.|Go to the house.<--dead link
This shortcuts the timeline. If we follow her she goes to the cemetary then the movies, then the bar. Do we want to have the same options if we go in the house now vs. after Dodd, or do we want to this be a separate house entry where he just gets the call info?You're right. She's probably cheating and usually it happens at home. Hopefully it'll happen soon so my rental fees are low. I'll text when I'm done.
[[I've got group therapy anyway. Talk soon.|Affair Camera Work]]I got permission from the husband, got a key, and signed out the cameras. He said he'd take her out to lunch to get her out of the house. I wasn't sure about that idea. Generally you don't want clients to change their routine in these kinds of cases, but he insisted...
[[Go on...|Affair Camera 3]]I just put a camera in the living room. I'm standing on the breakfast bar securing the kitchen camera. I'll text when I'm done.
Shit, a cars pulled up. It's the wife. What do I do? I could hide somewhere or run out the back.
[[Hide.|Affair Camera 4]]
[[Run.|Affair Run]]Luckly there was no line of sight to the kitchen. I stepped off the breakfast bar. I knew she'd hear if I left out the back door so I hid in the pantry closet. But as I slipped in I noticed my big shoeprint on the counter.
[[Did she see it?|Affair Camera 5]]I watched through a small crack in the door. She walked right by me. She put a box of leftovers in the fridge. She ran back into her bedroom. She didn't see the footprint. The door slammed and I could hear great muffled sobs. I cleaned the footprint off with my sleeve. She wailed in the background. It was such a desparate terrible cry. I stood dumbly in the kitchen and listened to her sobs and heaves for 5 minutes or so.
[[What did you do?|Affair Camera 6]]I walked to her bedroom door and almost went in to console her. Even through her pillow I could hear her moans. I'm so stupid. I could have ruined everything if I opened that door. I also should have started with the bedroom. I'm so dumb. The most obvious room in the house and I have no camera up. I shouldn't have let the client create the diversion. They must have fought. So dumb.
[[Get it together.|]]It sucks out here. I wish I could come back.
[[How am I supposed help you? I'm in here.|What's wrong?]]He runs a payday loan shop with a couple of employees. He's a white male, 6"1 with pale eyes and a ruddy face. He's in his 60s and looks like a politician. That good?
[[Tell me about the employees.]]
[[Yes, what happens next?|What do you usually do?]]Who cares? You're being thorough. There are two employees there at any given time. The ones I saw where two women, both in their 30s. A young orange-skinned blonde and a woman in her 60s.
[[What about the case?|What do you usually do?]]I'm in the car. I'll text more when I can.
A few cars back. We're at a light.
She's stopped. We're at a cemetery. I didn't follow her in with the car. I'm on foot. It's kinda open ground here. I hope she doesn't notice me.
[[What's the cemetery like?]]She's leaving!
Shit shit shit
She looked at me. Crap. I've blown it. Please don't come over. Fuck. I've blown it. Not looking up. Fuck. I can't do this. This was a dumb idea. fuck this
My head's spinning.
It's okay. She's not coming over here. She's going back to her car. I doubt I even registered on her radar. I'm calming down.
I could keep following her. Maybe she'll lead me to her boyfriend. Or I could check out the gravestone.
It could be nothing. But she came here for a reason. That gravestone is important on some level. If I don't check it out now I'm not sure I'll be able to find it later. This place is big.
[[Follow her.|Get in car.]]
[[Check out the headstone.]]I'll lose her for sure if I do this. But I feel like it's the right move.
[[She came here for a reason.]]
[[On second thought, follow her.]]I've caught up to her. What's Carla doing?
Visiting a relative most likely.
She's at a grave. I'm keeping my distance so she doesn't notice me. I can't tell much about the grave but I think I can find it when she leaves.
I'm a few rows away pretending to be at someone else's stone. If I die following this lady around, put a gargoyle on my headstone with the inscription: an okay dick.
She's spending awhile at that stone. She's talking to the grave. It's a plain headstone. Maybe one of the older ones.
[[Should you take pictures? To find it later?|She's leaving!]]
[[I'm sure this has nothing to do with an affair.|She's leaving!]]It's an old place. Several of the tombstones are actually knocked flat. There's some obelisks. A statue of an angel eating a donut. That's what it looks like from here. There's a statue of a woman descending a staircase. I wonder if she fell.
[[What's Carla doing?|Keep focused.]]
[[Creepy.|Keep focused.]] She's disappeared to her car. I'm going over now.
He was young when he died. Around her age. Her maiden name is Andrews. He wasn't a brother. Maybe a cousin. Maybe an old flame.
[[What now?|Grave Options]]What the hell!?
[[No time to argue. After her.|Get in car.]]I could go back to the house. Catch her if she went home. If she's not there I could poke around.
Or I could call Dodd and see if he has any ideas.
[[Go to the house.|Go to the house.]]
[[You sure you want to call Dodd? You don't want to look incompetent.|You sure?]](if: $pill is "cab tired")[fuck you, im broke
(set: $pill to "tired")](if: $pill is "tired")[Got a coffee. I'll be fine.
I'm at the house. Nobody's here.
This is bullshit. I'm breaking in.
]They don't teach you lock picking in P.I. school, yet here I am in the kitchen. She got that call in the living room. Could check that out. Or snoop around the kitchen.
This is a typical 50s ranch-style home. The kitchen is pink -- probably all the original tile work and cabinetry. A formica table with that boomerang design. The appliances look new.
The kitchen attaches to the living room which attaches to the hallway, which branches out.
There are too many options here. I'm a bit paralyzed. (if: $pill is "tired")[I'm still tired. Shoulda had more cofffee.]
I might learn something in the kitchen or I could head out into the living room.
[[Stay in the kitchen.|Kitchen]]
[[Check out the living room.|Living Room]]If I don't catch her having an affair today I'm fucked. She might not meet the boyfriend for another few days. This could drag on. Dodd could help me get this wrapped up sooner.
[[Go to the house.]]
[[What if she's not having an affair?]]Just called. His employee won't put him on the line. I'm just gonna go there.
(link: "Forget it. Go to the house.")[(set: $idea to "bad")(goto: "Okay.")]
Of course she's having an affair. I'm fucked if she's not. I can't follow her around for weeks and find out she's not. She's got to have some cheese on the side.
[[Fine. Call Dodd.|Call Dodd.]]
[[Go to the house.]](if: $idea is "bad")[I know what you said, but fuck it.] I'm here at the payday loan place. I'm sitting in the car out front. There's only one employee on duty. He told me there's always two. I'm going in.
[[Do it.|Outside payday]]
(if: $idea is "bad")[(link: "Why ask me if you're going to ignore what I say?")[(goto: "why ask")]](set: $bats5 to false)
(if: $batsincave is 5)[
(set: $bats5 to true)
(if: $bats5 is true)[
There are 5 bats.
(if: $bats5 is false)[
There are not 5 bats.
(set: $idea to "bad")
(if: $idea is "bad")[Fuck it. I came to the payday loan.]I'm just outside the door. My mind is moving really fast. I might lose control. Should I take my last anti-psychotic pill?
It might make me a zombie though. It really zaps me sometimes. I might need the energy to finish the case. And I might need the pill later.
What should I do?
[[You sound like you're on the edge. Take the last pill.|Take the last pill.]]
[[Save it.]]Sorry. Don't bale.
I'm going in.
[Okay.|In payday]]Okay. I'm calming down. I'm gonna calm down.
I went in. The orange-skinned blonde wouldn't let me talk to Dodd. Said he was unavailable. She stare at me with raccoon eyes and I could hear Dodd having sex in his office. The other employee was missing.
Back in the car. Going back to the house. I'm gonna stop for a coffee. Maybe a double. i probably shouldn't drive. i'm damn tired
(link: "Take a cab.")[(set: $pill to "cab tired")(goto: "Go to the house.")]
(link: "Just be carefull.")[(set: $pill to "tired")(goto: "Go to the house.")]-Last pill on Call Dodd thread ([[Outside payday]]). This could be a problem if we link into the cemetary thread after going to the pharmacy.I just walked in. The orange-skinned blonde at the counter said Dodd is unavailable right now. She said if I'm not going to get a loan I need to leave. But I can hear sex in the background.
Dodd is screwing the other lady.
Fuck this. I'm going into his office.
[[Set him straight.|Don't go!]]fuck fuck fuck
I fucked up.
I'm back in the car. This is it. It's over. I'm done.
[[Calm down. Tell me what happened.]]I jumped over the counter. I pushed the orange-skinned blonde when she tried to block me. She kept screaming at me. The humping sounds stopped.
The door wasn't even locked. I opened it up and he was frozen on top of his other employee on his desk. She was earning employee of the month. He was red faced from exertion.
He quickly pulled up his pants. She screamed. I punched him in the nose. Blood gushed over his white Ainsley collar. He slumped against the wall and moaned. Everyone went quiet. I ran out.
Should I run? Should I turn myself into the police?
[[Turn yourself in.]]
[[Pretend like it didn't happen. Solve the case.]]I'm under a bridge. It's raining.
[[Where's your car?]]
[[Why are you under a bridge?|Where's your car?]]I know that's the right thing to do. If you don't hear from me you'll know why.
Okay, so I'm out of jail. I turned myself in and they put me in a holding cell for a few hours. They called Dodd and he declined to press charges.
But my boss called. I'm off the case. I gotta pawn my phone. Thanks for trying, friend. I hope good things come to you.
[[Yep. Solve the case.|Go to the house.]]
[[On second thought, run.|Dodd Run.]]
[[Turn yourself in.]]markings on the walls.
i love it
i'm indebted to teh sex goddess
there's beauty in apiosooph
EndOkay, kitchen. Should I look in the fridge or pantry?
[[Pantry.]]One wall is baby blue. Plush brown couch. Big screen TV - it's the newest thing in here. Phone with blinking lights.(if: $gun equals "yes")[*Unfinished branch.]Someone's lactose intolerant. It stinks. Something old in here. There's half-eaten Chinese take-out. Some beers, wine, a Fresca. I wish they had some pizza or some Red Bull.
[[Is there anything else in the kitchen worth checking out?|dig deeper]]
[[What's in the living room?|Living Room]]Cereal, cereal, cereal, nutella, sugar, etc. Nothing here. This pantry sucks. Don't know what you expected.
I cracked the case! Photos of the wife and the boyfriend were in the cornflake box. Bingo!
[[Alright, alright, go look in the living room.|Living Room]]
[[Fuck you. Keep looking in the kitchen.|dig deeper]]There are a bunch of drawers. The trash sometimes has interesting stuff, but I'm not looking to smell like garbage.
[[Look in their drawers.]]
[[Trash. You can wash afterward.|trash]]Jackpot! I found a gun in the junk drawer. Good call. It's a 9mm Glock. It's pretty sweet. Little bit dusty. All black.
[[Leave it.]]This could come in handy later. I had to pawn my .38 years ago.
[[Go to the living room.|Living Room and Gun]]Yeah, you're right. Just causes problems.
[[You mentioned the trash.|trash]]
[[Go to the living room.|Living Room]]You're an asshole. You're laughing your ass off in your padded room aren't you. Fucker.
This is disgusting.
Now I'm gonna have to clean the floor before I go.
Found a photo. Dodd younger, maybe late 20s. He's on a horse that's rearing.
Yep, it's fake. Fake horse.
Receipt to The Pony Room. Strip club. Dodd's a class act. Though, maybe she went.
Matchmatch book. DVD.
This is disgusting.
[[Take what you can.]]
[[Go to the living room|Living Room]]Yep. This is trash all right. Dead flowers. burger wrappers. Ketchup everywhere. Coffee grinds. That good?
[[Go to the living room.|Living Room]]
[[Dig deeper.|dig even deeper]]This is bullshit. I can only rinse the matchbook and DVD. The rest crap.
Okay. Cleaned up. Have some junk in my pockets. That's it here.
[[Go to living room.|Living Room]]There's the phone. There's a big fluffy couch here. I need to sit down for a second.
*NOTES: having the player fall asleep after taking the gun seems unfair. Why would taking the gun trigger sleeping. Okay. Pill triggers sleep. A cleaning lady wakes him if he doesn't have the gun. If he does have it she sees it and calls the cops.Jerry, that lazy orderlie with the gold tooth - I followed him. Took photos of him taking a bong hit in his car. Leveraged him to bring in the phone. He wasn't too happy about it.
[[I'm out soon. You could have just waited.|waited]]I can't wait!!! I need you now!!! I'm going crazy.
[[Already? You just got out.]]
<h1> Mad Detective </h1>
This is a Twine story. Click links as you would in a webpage to follow story branches.
This is a work in progress. As such, some links are broken. In these cases, you can click on the back arrow that will appear on the left in the game. Don't use the webpage back button.
Be warned, there are some adult themes and salty language.
This story is meant to be a proof of concept. As such, it doesn't contain the graphical elements that would make more sense for its presentation. Imagine this game as if presented as phone chat text between two friends.
Because one of the characters may have moments of panic or breakdown, sometimes the grammar reflects his state of mind as well as real-world authenticity. In other words, understand that lack of punctuation, certain turns of phrase are motivated by character rather than sloppy writing.