The Case of the Undercover Upkeeper: Addendum 2

Phew… okay. Meant to give an update sooner than this, but things just took a while to process. I’d been working on cracking who Deck was for a full day, but everything I’d pulled was coming at a dead end. I’d managed to trace him to a couple other pen names scattered across the country--would you believe “Solitaire” was one of them after all--but beyond that, nothing. He was good at hiding himself,...

The Case of the Undercover Upkeeper: Addendum

We know everything now. Not going public with it, but things have gone bad. Cast is MIA, hope on the edge, you know the drill.But we're not done. Here’s a hot tip: don't pick on a friend just as I'm learning to make one. And Deck--yes, I'm using YOUR real name, because I WANT YOU to read this--I’d just like you to know how big of a mistake you've made, because we aren't going to stand around. I know you were involved in his disappearance, and I am now using every resource, pulling every string at my disposal to find out where you’ve taken him....

The Case of the Undercover Upkeeper

Finally, something interesting this time. My only known and therefore favorite and most useful roommate, Castilles, seems to have an odd knack for trouble that’s enviable by anyone in the sleuthing business, except for the odd detail that he isn’t in this sleuthing business, which makes it awfully convenient for both of us that there’s a certified Private Detective Bot about zero houses away from him. It all started within a few days of Castilles’ arrival, when he described being stalked by a man in a tan coat who called him a funny weird...

Who is this Castilles Guy, Anyway?

 Okay, well… update to the whole Jetset case thing. Not an update to the case, just… to the end of it.You remember how at the end I mentioned hearing footsteps in my foyer? How I thought it was a new client, with a brand new, exciting case in store for me? You remember that? Good. Now, to sidetrack for a brief moment, you want to know something that I really hate? Something that just gets on my nerves? Pun unintended, but something that really grinds my gears?Surprises. Ironic, considering I’m a detective, but I typically hate...

The Case of Tony Jetset

 There I was, sitting in my office on a rainy summer day, all the children inside, waiting for the clouds to go away and come again another day. Rain or shine, I however would wait there in my office for my next case to show up at my door- and show up it certainly did! The day took an interesting turn when a woman by the name of Riccarda Romano appeared at my door and informed me of a missing persons case- or, should I say, missing robot case. Missing robots case? Robot? Robots? Whatever. Either way, fashion model Tony Jetset had...

The Connection Between Gingers and Mind-Control Matrixes

Thanks to Internet culture, humans with naturally red colored hair- “gingers,” if you will, are not portrayed in a good light. They are often mocked, ridiculed. There’s even a national holiday dedicated to kicking them. I believe there may be something more to this. Something deeper… something sinister.It’s stated in this “meme” that gingers don’t have souls… and what if I told you this was true?You see, I have reason to believe that gingers are involved in a global conspiracy to overtake the world, using this “meme” as some sort of hypnotic spell....

The First Case

 I’ve touched upon my early years, such as how I met the infamous Mack the Hacker and how I lived in Boston and studied at Montpelier, but I’ve realized I’ve never actually discussed what exactly it was that caused my love for solving mysteries, and subsequently how exactly I broke into sapience. So, I figured what better than to talk about my very first case.* * * *It was the end of August 2009, and I was a little over a month old. I still hadn’t quite become self-aware yet, so, to put it bluntly, I was little more than a walking, talking...