You open your eyes.
There is blood all over your kitchen, and all over the knife in your hand. A body lays limply on the floor with many stab wounds in its back. You've killed someone. There's no time to ask why-- someone is dead and you have a finite amount of time to cover your tracks and try to escape authorities.
There's so much to do and so little time... what do you do first?
You can [[hide the body]], [[hide the weapon]], [[clean the weapon]], or [[call 911]].
The body lays on the floor, surrounded by its blood. That won't do-- this has to be taken care of and immediately.
Where can a body be hidden? Or at least be put where the blood won't get everywhere...
There's the [[bathtub]] in the bathroom down the hall. There's the [[floorboards]], if you pull hard enough. There's the [[woods]] in the backyard.
This is taking a toll on your sanity to the point that you actually consider [[asking Siri.]]
It's time to get rid of the knife.
You can throw it down into the [[basement]], or into [[the woods.]] You also debate just [[throwing it away.]]
You decide cleaning the weapon is the most important thing.
Looking around the kitchen, and briefly in the bathroom, you find [[bleach]] and [[plain soap.]] You could also just rinse off the knife with [[water.]]
What do you choose?
You reach for the phone.
"911, what is your emergency?" the operator asks.
"Someone has been killed." You say, and give the operator the address of the house. "And I did it." You confess.
The operator stays on the line with you until police arrive. You're arrested and charged for homicide, and recieve life in prison without parole.
You made a strange decision. I thought you wanted a [[second chance.->START]]
Bleach is the best way. It has to be.
But you need something to actually //clean// it off with. There's a [[sponge]], [[paper towels]], an [[old rag]]... in a moment of desperation you also consider using your [[shirt.]]
Soap-- it's simple and there's a lot of it.
You pump out gobs of soap from the dispenser by the sink and coat the knife. Pink suds wash into the sink as the blood falls away from the blade. There's still some blood on the knife though-- and you have [[paper towels]], an [[old rag]], a [[sponge]], and your [[shirt.]]
Pick your poison.
You don't need to make things complicated, here. Water is the best choice and will clean the blood just fine.
You look around for something to help scrub the blood off of with the water-- looking around the kitchen reveals a [[sponge]], [[paper towels]], and [[old rag]]... if you're feeling pressed for time, you can use your [[shirt.]]
There's a sponge by the sink, still slightly damp.
You grab it and squeeze it around the knife, encouraging the sponge to sop up the blood. It does an okay job-- once the sponge has absorbed a significant amount of blood, it doesn't retain anymore. If you pressed hard enough, the sponge even displaces some of the watery blood back onto the knife.
Nothing else can be done now, it's time to [[move on.|still things left to do.]]
Paper towels are the best because they're disposable.
You tear off several pieces and clear off the knife. Some blood soaks through to your hands, but it's off the knife and that's what counts. You shove all the used paper towels to the bottom of the trashcan. At least if someone comes across it you can say it was a really bad nosebleed.
[[Next.|still things left to do.]]
You rip the old rag from its place on the counter and wring it around the knife, trying to clear away every last bit of red. You accidentally tear it slightly in your haste, but you don't care.
The knife looks clean enough-- it will have to do [[for now.|still things left to do.]]
You don't have time to scavange you kitchen for a sponge or a rag.
Dousing the knife, you hurriedly rub the blood off the blade of the knife. The remnants of blood smear the hem of your shirt.
You cleaned the weapon, but there's [[still things left to do.]]
Did you [[clean the weapon?|clean the weapon]]
Did you [[hide the weapon?|hide the weapon]]
Did you [[hide the body?|hide the body]]
Or are you ready to [[continue?]]
There's no disguising this. The body is going to be discovered either way, you don't have time to waste on hiding it when it'll undoubtedly be found anyway by police.
You haul the body to the bathroom and dump it in the porcelain tub. The blood stands out starkly against the white ceramic.
Your thoughts are running a mile a minute. Is there [[anything else to do?|still things left to do.]]
Hide it under the floorboards, no one will know if you hide it deep enough.
You find a crowbar under the sink and wrench part of the hardwood floor wide open. You beat the crowbar at the ground underneath to create a groove big enough to tuck the body into. The floor is smeared with red as you push the body in, but after firmly smashing the floorboard closed the body is gone.
Part of the floorboard doesn't quite close all the way, but it goes unnoticed by you.
Are there [[still things left to do?|still things left to do.]]
If the body is in the woods, then anyone could've done it.
Stumbling, you drag the body through the underbrush and leave it among the leaves and sticks and dirt to decay. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... so it goes.
What else is there [[left to do?|still things left to do.]]
Really. You're asking Siri.
You're sure about that. You don't want to do the logical thing and-- you know what, nevermind.
"Siri, where are the best places to hide a body?" You ask your iPhone.
"What kind of place are you looking for?" She responds, pulling up several suggested locations including but not limited to swamps, resovoirs, metal foundries, dumps and-or dumpsters, and mines. You contemplate each, asking Siri for directions every now and again as you weigh your options.
You decide-- you know what, you're not doing this. [[Go back and make a better decision|hide the body]], Siri can't save you now.
Okay, breathe, the worst of it is over.
Or, maybe not. Because there's still things to do. You made have cleaned and hidden the knife, disposed of the body, but what about the blood all over the kitchen? The blood all over your clothes? Do you even have an alibi if you get caught?
Maybe you should [[burn your clothes.]] It's also urgent that you [[clean up all the blood.]] You could use this spare moment to [[think of an alibi]], or you can forget all of this and just go to [[sleep]].
Your clothes. There's no getting those stains out, they have to be destroyed. Hopefully you aren't wearing anything you like.
In the backyard, your victim had a firepit. There's gasoline and coal nearby. After stealing some spare clothes from your victim's room, you strip down and toss most of your clothes into the fire. The embers glow and float into the air.
But now what do you do with the ashes?
You can [[throw them away]], flush them down the [[toilet]], or dump them into [[the urn]] you saw in the livingroom.
It's a messy job, but you do the best you can with the old rag and bleach under the sink. It takes more than an hour to clear the floor and countertops-- luckily not much got on the walls, so at least you have that.
[[Well?|Next...]]
You try to think of several alibis, and come up with several. If worst comes to worst, you can say:
You were hanging out with friends.
At the grocery store.
At the movies.
Or at the neighbor's house.
Worst comes to worst you can frame the neighbor, too...
[[Next...]]
You don't want to do this anymore.
You don't want to think about what happened, you don't want to clean up more evidence, you don't want to stand in the middle of the bloody kitchen any longer or you fear you'll go insane.
There's a bedroom not too far down the hall. You walk towards it and enter. The bed is unmade-- someone used to sleep there.
You strip off your stained clothes and steal a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from one of the victim's drawers. They don't quite fit you. Slowly, you crawl into their bed. Somehow, you fall asleep.
[[Have nightmares.]]
You toss the knife into the basement, hearing the metal blade clang loudly against the concrete floor. It rings through the house, but there's no time to focus on that.
[[There's other things to do.|still things left to do.]]
You open the back door and run to the edge of the woods. Drawing your arm back, you fling the knife as far and as hard as your arm will allow. You watch it disappear somewhere into the undergrowth.
[[Anything else?|still things left to do.]]
No time, no time for any of this.
You take the knife and plunge it into the garbage, not paying mind to the old food and other waste. You make sure it's thoroughly buried among the trash.
Okay... now [[what's next?|still things left to do.]]
Down the ashes go into the trashcan. The ashes almost look like coffee grinds-- but you know better, don't you?
[[Next...]]
After gathering the ashes you run into the bathroom and pour them into the toilet. They smoulder and hiss when they make contact with the water. You flush and watch what used to be your clothes disappear down the drain.
[[Onwards and forwards...|Next...]]
What better place to put ashes than with more ashes?
Gently placing the urn on a table, you try to quickly but carefully place the ashes of your clothes in the urn. It's imperfect, there's still a flurry of ash or two you dropped on the way into the house, but nothing can be done about that now. There's an inscription on the side of the urn. You can't bring yourself to read it.
[[Do you feel bad yet?|Next...]]
So.
You've done what you could do, do you think you got away with the decisions you made?
Did you hide the body under the floorboards? When you made that decision, it said the floorboard didn't close all the way. If the smell of a decomposing body didn't alert the police, the strange floorboard would have.
Hiding the body in the woods was your best bet. Hiding it in the bathtub was hardly trying-- at the very least, if it was in the woods, it could be attributed to anyone rather than someone who was in the house. God help you if you asked Siri.
Where did you hide the weapon? Did you even clean it? No amount of cleaning could completely conceal the presence of blood on a surface, so hopefully, you hid it well. Although the knife was more forgiving than the body if you hid it somewhere like under the floorboards.
What did you do after? Burning your clothes was a good move-- and it was a good try, cleaning up the blood. The only thing you could really do after that point was hope that you didn't give police a reason to investigate the house.
There's only so much you can hide, even with an alibi. And with forensic technology getting better by the day, it's becoming harder and harder to cover up crime-- as it should be. The only real way to get away with a crime is to not do something you have to get away from in the first place.
So knowing all that... do you really think you got away with murder?
[[END.]]
You dream that police are surrounding you in your bed.
There's bright lights and a lot of shouting. You feel yourself forcibly dragged out of bed and pinned to the floor. There's a feeling of handcuffs around your wrists, and you realize you aren't dreaming.
You are found guilty of first degree murder, and are sentenced to a minimum of life in prison. Your lawyers are currently fighting to get you off the death penalty.
There's no getting away from this one.
Unless you believe in [[second chances.|START]]
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