023: The One About the Gaming Mystery Draft

Mr. Ree was not having a great time. Did not have a great time. He'd been dead for at least a week. But, in a room filled to the brim with newspapers, the body was only the second most unexpected thing.The place had stunk to high Heaven, but I couldn't tell anymore. This wasn't my first rodeo. No, what grabbed my attention was the organized chaos of the newspapers and the red pen circling words and headlines and faces in photographs. My face, specifically. There was a meaning to the madness. Somehow, it all pointed back to me.Visit the website | Join the discord | Follow us on TwitchSocial LinksEric is MrTheHumanGianni is GianniDiCrostaNate is HeroicHeadgearPhil is Phil Bothun