Up until the start of The Game, few teams realized what the theme would be. There were some clues, like the logo on the stationary of Boddy Enterprises, or the reference to Mr. Boddy himself. However, when teams arrived at the FloMo lounge, the plot took a twist.
The arrived to find a body under a black sheet surrounded by police tape. The following scene takes place:
Enter detective. He is gruff and displeased looking.
It’s a bad business, my friends. Now, I know Boddy here invited you to play some sort of “game,” but it looks like that’s not going to happen now. If anything is clear from my twenty-eight years on the force, it’s that Boddy here was murdered. Sergeant, bring out the suspects.
Enter sergeant. He is more matter-of-fact. Enter behind him the six suspects, Col. Mustard, Prof. Plum, Mr. Green, Mrs. Peacock, Miss Scarlet, Mrs. White, with wrists tied with wire-ties and dressed in the appropriate colors.
Here they are. All six of them—Mustard, Plum, Green, Peacock, Scarlet, and White—had the motive, the means, and the opportunity to knock off Boddy. We just don’t have any evidence to eliminate any of them.
Right. So we’re stuck. All we know was that Boddy was murdered with one of the weapons in his house—the revolver, the knife, the candlestick, the lead pipe, the rope, or the wrench—and that he was murdered somewhere in his house.
Hey chief, what’s that in his pocket?
I don’t know…
He picks up the envelope, opens it, and with a shocked expression, begins to read the letter inside.
If you are reading this, then I am already dead. Nothing could have prevented that—believe me. However, there is still an opportunity for justice. The culprit thought he or she could get away with this dastardly deed by hiding amongst the other usual suspects. But I knew who would kill me, and discovered the plans for how and where. I have the information that’ll let the police put ‘em behind bars and throw away the key.
It was too risky to keep all that information on my person. That’s why I wrote this Game. I have all the evidence you need to eliminate every possible weapon, room, and culprit and find the real killer. I hid it along the course of the game. I know the killer wouldn’t be clever enough to follow the trail and destroy the evidence. To prove it, just look in my inner pocket.
He pulls out the “Billiard Room” card from Boddy’s inner pocket. He shows it to the audience.
Well, here’s a start. The murder wasn’t committed in the billiard room.
I apologize for involving you all in this. I apologize further for lying to you all. I hope the ends can justify the means.
I’ll even make sure that the team who can figure out the murder fastest is suitably recognized…
And it’s signed “Boddy.”
He folds the paper. He pauses briefly.
Well, it looks like you’re going to have to play this game after all. Sergeant, sort out the details, will ya?
As you guys find the clues Boddy was talking about, mark them down on this handy sheet I’ve prepared for you. It also has HQ’s phone numbers on it.
My understanding is that some of these clues are very challenging. We at HQ have gotten a hold of the cell phones that Boddy set up for the game. That means that all the phone numbers that you received to use for Game Control will connect your straight to HQ. We’ll be trying to figure out these clues as they come in. However, since Boddy still wanted this to be a competitive race, we will be penalizing teams for getting hints. You can call in for a 15 minute, but it will be vague. Once you’ve asked for the 15 minute hint, you can call in again for a 45 minute hint.
Also, when you figure out where to go next, but are still lost, HQ has mapping software that can give your directions to your next location. It’s not really fair to penalize you for that. In fact, you should all call in when you figure out your next location just to confirm with what HQ has already learned.
Pauses for questions and answers them extemporaneously.
There’s one more thing. We found these boxes of cookies in Boddy’s mansion. They have your team names on them, so I guess he wanted you all to have them. I haven’t had a chance to look them thoroughly, but maybe he hid the clue in the packaging or something. I don’t know…the ball’s in your court now.
Hands out Oreos.
Right. OK gamers. I don’t know what else to say. Just get out there and crack this case.