This is a dinner party murder mystery for 7-9 people that is conducted using text messages. You’ve already received the location and time where you’ll be playing, and all you need to bring is your fully charged cell phone. You can expect to receive about 200 text messages over the course of the game (all sent from the number of the person hosting the party), and normal messaging rates will apply, so if you don’t have an unlimited plan you should keep that in mind.
The game progresses via timers and interacting with the host’s phone. You won’t need to download the app (unless you’re the host), but the host’s phone will get passed around a little bit. A little into the night, one of the characters will die, and it’s up to you and your fellow players to figure out who murdered the poor soul. Everyone is a suspect, and you’ll need to work together to solve mini-games, contact the void, and maybe even get musical.
You’ve been assigned the character Lindsay James, who is a cutthroat developer helping the an eccentric millionaire build a concrete superstructure in a tidal estuary. That woman in the picture is your character: you’re encouraged to dress up.
Here’s the monologue you’ll read to the group to introduce yourself. It should give you a flavor of the man you are:
Even those of you who haven’t met me know who I am. I’m Lindsay James, the Queen of fifth avenue. I’m the developer who put a string of high rise condos on the white house lawn. I’m the developer who moved Cleveland’s entire Little Italy district three inches southwest so that my Rolls Royce would fit in the parking spot I wanted. I’m the developer who built a brick-for-brick replica of a three block stretch of lower Manhattan sixteen blocks away in upper Manhattan. I always get what I want, and I usually get the federal government to pay for it. Some people call me unscrupulous, and they’re right. But let me ask you this – do you think the people who built the pyramids had scruples? And since I never leave a rhetorical question unanswered, I’ll answer that. They didn’t. They were just like me, but in a cheaper pant suit. I’m here today because of a eccentric millionaire’s dream.