Pete's Expert Summary
My human has procured another box of organized paper, this one promising a "murder mystery" about some human named Mia Star. From what I can gather, they will spend hours sifting through photographs, documents, and digital files on their little glowing screens to solve a puzzle that I, with my superior senses, could probably wrap up in five minutes. The "game" itself is a colossal waste of my time, of course. However, the sheer quantity of physical evidence—papers, photos, perhaps even some string—presents a tantalizing opportunity. These components are perfect for batting, sliding under the sofa, and, most importantly, sitting upon at the exact moment the humans think they've found a clue. The digital aspect is a bore, but it does immobilize the human, making for a very stable napping platform.
Key Features
- Find Out Who Did It: When Mia Star gets murdered during a livestream, millions of fans wonder who did it. It's up to you to figure it out before it's too late. It's a murder mystery game for the modern age. If you love murder mystery kits and you're looking to take your murder mystery game night to the next level, this one's for you.
- Digital and Physical Evidence: The 3 days after a crime are the most important. As you work your way through 3 packs of evidence, you'll uncover a variety of digital and physical evidence. Not only will you solve puzzles and read testimonies, but you'll have to hack into Mia's devices and watch social media footage of the crime.
- What's Inside: 3 Evidence Packs with 40 pieces of physical evidence and links to several digital experiences. Smartphone required (not included—sorry). As you work through multiple days of evidence, this game has 3 murder mystery boxes in one epic unsolved case files game.
- Ages 17+: This is a murder mystery kit intended for players 17+ Great for individuals, couples and groups.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The aroma of cardboard and cheap ink heralded the arrival of the "game." My human, with the clumsy excitement typical of her species, tore open the box, spilling its contents across the sacred expanse of the living room rug. It was a chaotic mess of papers, envelopes, and glossy photographs of a human with far too much makeup. They called it an "unsolved case file." I called it an affront to minimalist decor. My initial assessment was bleak: this was to be an evening of me being ignored in favor of flimsy clues. I let out a sigh of profound disappointment and began my ritual grooming, pointedly turning my back on the entire affair. My human and her companion began their work, their low murmurs a dull drone in the background. They opened the first evidence pack, laying out timelines and testimonies. I observed them from beneath a thinly veiled eyelid, feigning sleep. They were bumbling, of course, pointing at obvious things. Then, I saw it. A photograph of the victim, Mia Star, showed her holding a small, feathery keychain. My interest, against my better judgment, was piqued. This "Mia" at least had a flicker of good taste. As they moved on to the digital evidence, tapping away at a phone, my human let out a frustrated groan. "The password hint is 'her favorite celestial body'," she said. They guessed "Mars," "Venus," "Jupiter." Fools. I could bear their incompetence no longer. I rose, stretched with the fluid grace of a stalking panther, and sauntered into the heart of their "investigation." I sniffed at a witness statement, dismissing it with a flick of my tail. I batted a photo of a suspect under the couch—he had shifty eyes, but he wasn't the one. Then, with purpose, I walked directly to the photo of the victim and tapped my paw delicately upon her name: "Mia *Star*." My human stared at me, then at the phone. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god," she whispered, typing S-T-A-R into the password field. The phone unlocked. They stared at me with a mixture of awe and disbelief, as if I had just recited Shakespeare. I simply blinked slowly, a gesture of magnanimous genius. They quickly solved the case from there, following the trail I had so brilliantly illuminated. My final verdict? The game is a tedious exercise for inferior intellects. However, as a vehicle for me to demonstrate my boundless deductive reasoning and remind my staff of their place, it is a resounding success. I accepted a tribute of freeze-dried salmon as my rightful consulting fee and retired to my velvet cushion, the case, for me, having been closed for some time.
