Dexter Dixon: In Search of the Prussian Pussy
|Dexter Dixon: In Search of the Prussian Pussy|
|Authoring system||TADS 2|
|Cruelty scale||Cruelty to be determined|
How It Begins
The game begins with a warning about sexual content.
Your name is Dixon, Dexter Dixon. You're a gumshoe, a peeper, a sleuth, a snooper, in other words a Private Investigator. You've got a second floor office in a downtown building (it used to be on the third floor, but that's another story). It's been a while since your last case, and you're practically flat.
Today, you awaken to a pounding in your head like all 7 dwarfs are digging for gold and your brain is a mine. It's not the first time, and won't be the last. Last night, like most nights, you went down to your favorite gin mill, Joe's Bar, to tip a few. Last you remember was stumbling back to your office. You've been staying there until you can scrounge up the scratch to pay your rent. You struggle upright, a pain shooting up your back from sleeping in the chair.
WARNING: This game contains sexual acts.