I present to you a small little mystery that is to be solved.
There will be an intermission after this Part 1, and on November 22nd, Part 2 will release that day.
This part 2 will give you the final clear clues needed to solve the mystery.
However, this mystery is certainly solvable from Part 1.
That being said, I will not confirm or deny your theories until December 6th.
The final deadline to solve the mystery is December 6th. The answers and winners will be announced this day only.
The winner is the one who solves the mystery, or theorizes something the closest to the answer.
No rush, no pressure. Please treat this lightly and enjoy! And take your time, especially for Festival of Mayhem participants (myself included)!
The winner will receive a sketch by me of a character (from any series or their OC) of their choice in a neutral pose; as well as the prestige as the one who solved my humble gameboard. If it was theorized correctly before the release of Part 2 an additional prize of another sketch will be rewarded.
Without further hesitation, here is a fragment - containing my little gameboard, I give to you as a gift to be solved
As you peer into this fragment, allow the curtains to rise on this mystery.
clatter, clatter, brrng brrng, tap tap tap, clank
" Muffled sounds of people talking, drinks clanging together, lights of gold, red, black, and white flash across, lighting a darkened room. Everyone is dressed up head to toe in their finest. A neon sign over the gaming table, “THE GATES OF HELL” in bright red flashed above.
Right. This was The Gates of Hell casino & bar . Only open to the best of the best. The richest of the rich. In other words - you know what I’m talking about right?
Seemed like a fitting enough name for such a place. After all, isn’t Hell the hometown of vices? Gambling included them all. Gluttony of the drinks downed, Lust of the men eyeing the beautiful women who gathered in this hellhole, the Apathy of those who had grown numb, but could not stop. The Wrath of those who continuously lost but desired ever so strongly to win; those green with Envy at the winners of the games. And of course, the absolute Pride of those with winning streaks and knew how to break even - they knew how it “worked” - they were so boastful in their abilities. Funny to see the smile leave their faces.
Most of all - you guessed it - GREED.
The greed in the air of The Gates of Hell was a heavy one. You could say everyone’s heart was tainted with it. The greed. The greed. The GREEN. That’s right - the money. That was what everyone wanted. Money. Well, why else would casinos exist? Isn’t money the root of all evil? The mother of all vices?
It seemed so, at least, in this place anyway.
But I’m not here just to tell you about a strange little hidden casino only for the elite. Oh no, I’m writing to tell you, no, to ask you -
What happened that evening when the cards fell?"
DETECTIVE’S OFFICIAL NOTES
Time: 10:25pm. Detective Bradio, police, and forensics arrived on the scene
Locked down casino at 10:30pm; and surrounded the premises earlier by 10:20pm.
Location: THE GATES OF HELL Casino & bar
A young man in his 30s, white, blue eyes, long blonde hair in a feminine fashion, parted down the middle. Dressed in an elegant white suit lays on the red-carpet ground.
Found recently dead with a dart lodged in the nape of his neck. Dart holes are in the shoulder, thigh, and arm. Three lightly bloodied darts are scattered on the ground.
The victim seems to have died within the last 20 minutes. Estimated time: 10:00pm
Darts had been dusted by professionals at 11:00pm.
No fingerprints present on the darts.
Forensic analysis as to cause and approximate time of death has not been completed.
The culprit has not been identified.
Casino is presently under lockdown to catch the culprit. No one can enter or exit the casino.
Reconstruction of the events before the murder, as compiled by Detective Bradio from various witnesses on the scene
Witness 1 (Emily):
It was a night like any other at The Gates of Hell, everyone had been enjoying themselves and gambling as usual. Of course, the star of the show was as always, Leopold, with his long, flowing, golden locks - his bright blue eyes that seemed to reflect the day’s sky itself. His charming smile and his pristine white suit. He won every game. If this casino was a place for the elite - he would be the top of them all. A super-elite.
But that wasn’t all. Everyone loved him. Everyone wanted to BE him. He was the star every night. In some cases, I even heard people would let him win, just to be able to play against him. He was that kind of guy. Really charming. Absolutely no one in the casino hated him, despite how he would act greedy at times, and you know, we are a tight knit group - no new members had come in as of late. So I really just can’t understand this…seeing him like this…laying there.
Witness 2 (David):
What happened at the table? Well, it was a usual game of poker at the table with him. Leopold’s childhood friend, Aidan, the fiery-haired kid with a clever smile - was also sitting with us. As well as another regular, miss Liliana with her night black hair. The four of us gambled, having a good time as usual - but it was really a game between myself, Aidan, and Liliana. We all agreed of course to let Leopold win as usual. He was greedy like that - but it was charming.
During the game, Leopold’s brother came over - a complete contrast to his brother. Scraggly brown hair, a meek face and appearance, interrupted the game to speak to his brother for a moment. Suddenly angered, Leopold threw his cards up in the air,
and they fell scattering on the ground.
His brother was taken aback, but he continued explaining people gambling on throwing darts were calling him to the other area to take part together. Leopold huffed, and agreed to go along.
In the throwing darts area, everyone was having fun gambling on a game of blindfolded darts. The thrower of the darts would be blindfolded, and people would bet on if he would hit the dartboard or not. Extra bets could be placed on the bullseye.
Leopold seemed to whisper something with agitation to his brother, but I couldn’t hear, I was watching from afar.
Next thing I know, after talking with the crowd, his brother is blindfolded, and Leopold boldly steps next to the dartboard. Dunno what they were betting on, but…
Just then, Aidan and Liliana got up from the table to watch as well. I leaned on my chair. Didn’t wanna get mixed up in the crowd.
I saw them go behind and around Leopold’s brother, but they disappeared into the crowd after that. I turned to face the table for my drink, and think about how to continue the game. Next thing I know, I hear screams, and Leopold is on the ground, numb and frozen, with multiple dart holes in him!
Witness 3: Aidan
Oh, I’ll try to talk - but I’m just devastated. I had known Leopold since we were 12 years old…we were like brothers. I knew him back when he was dirt poor.
You didn’t know? Well, I guess most wouldn’t , right…
He used to be a kid born into poverty. We met by, I’d say, fate. It was a fateful day. I saw him rummaging through the trashcan near our neighborhoods park. I invited him for dinner at my house. The rest is history
Taught him gambling. Taught him everything I knew. …overtime, he rose, he rose to the top where he belonged…and I guess…well, what goes up must come down, right? He crashed, like this. What an end, and by his own brother.
I blame it all on greed.
Did I help his brother?
Should I have helped his brother?
They both reached out their hands to me, and I took them and guided them.
I loved them both, but Leopold had the ambition…
Sorry, I just need some alone time…
Witness 4: Liliana
That’s right…I was Leopold’s spiritual advisor. But I guess even my tarot cards couldn’t predict this one, huh?
I met him through Aidan. About 8 years ago. We were relatively close. His attitude rubbed me the wrong way, pretty arrogant, but I was used to all these elites in this place be arrogant.
Once, he even wanted to gamble with my tarot cards as playing cards! Can you believe that? With the way he treats cards, I wouldn’t dream of allowing it.
Eeh, anyway. We weren’t so close.
Aidan and I are closer, anyway.
Oh right, what happened then?
Well, I was mostly lost in the crowd looking for a good view.
I ended up getting pushed around though.
Next thing I knew, his brother is blindfolded, shaking, there’s screaming, and Leopold is as dead as a doornail on the ground.
That’s all I saw.
END OF DETECTIVES NOTES
END OF PART 1
please enjoy theorizing as part 2 will come out Nov. 22nd!
Tip: Knox’s Decalogue does not apply to my gameboard