It's kind of like a science experiment, really.
[Somewhere in camp, a certain mystery man is methodically setting a number of items out on a table--some obvious weapons, the others more... creatively... lethal: a butcher's knife, a candlestick, an axe, a silenced pistol, a baseball bat, a coil of rope, a bottle of pills, a trophy, and an exercise weight.]
Things used to be so much simpler... There was a smaller selection of implements at hand, and the odds of running into some kind of murderous Rube Goldbergian mastermind were pretty low. But now? Now thanks to the joys of consumerism, there's a glut of common household items with which to kill a man--or so we've been encouraged to believe.
I suppose time marches on, and we who make our living figuring out whodunit must march along with it or become obsolete. So here are some new toys, kiddies... Any volunteers?
((In honor of the new version of Clue available, anyone care to give in to their inner mankiller? Expect to be thwarted, somehow. Edit: My modem just came back to life after a half-hour siesta--I'm not pushing my luck any further tonight. Will pick up for whoever wants tomorrow!))
Things used to be so much simpler... There was a smaller selection of implements at hand, and the odds of running into some kind of murderous Rube Goldbergian mastermind were pretty low. But now? Now thanks to the joys of consumerism, there's a glut of common household items with which to kill a man--or so we've been encouraged to believe.
I suppose time marches on, and we who make our living figuring out whodunit must march along with it or become obsolete. So here are some new toys, kiddies... Any volunteers?
((In honor of the new version of Clue available, anyone care to give in to their inner mankiller? Expect to be thwarted, somehow. Edit: My modem just came back to life after a half-hour siesta--I'm not pushing my luck any further tonight. Will pick up for whoever wants tomorrow!))