Defective Detectives 3

Twenty years of experience. Zero solved cases. An endless supply of dignity.

The legendary duo returns for the third time—and this time, it seems, they have nowhere left to fall. But they'll find a way.

Detective Johnson is a detective genius, a philosopher of the garbage, and the possessor of the city's keenest nose (mostly for his own socks). His headquarters is a cardboard box. His breakfast is also a cardboard box. His best employee is a trained rat courier named Skinny Joe, whom intern Billy accidentally... roasts.

That's where it all begins.

WHAT IS THIS GAME ABOUT

One day, the city's mayor sends Johnson a letter: civilization is threatened by catastrophe. Counterfeit money is circulating on the streets, with a green microbe with a mustache and suspiciously good haircut instead of the president. You must solve a case of counterfeit "Microbobucks," conducting an investigation through overgrown bacteria bars, radioactive dumps, abandoned sprat factories, and one very touchy bucket.

FEATURES

A non-linear plot with multiple paths.

Every decision you make has consequences. Usually fatal. But with dignity.

Countless ways to die ingloriously.

Be ground into a banknote. Be covered in mushrooms. Freeze in a refrigeration unit while making small talk with sprats about politics. Become the "missing link in evolution" in the city zoo, and countless other ways to remain the worst detectives in history.

Dialogues worth playing for.

An ending that depends on you.

Become an honest hero of the city with a certificate, a handshake, and a mug with the city hall logo. Or leave rich with a suitcase full of cash and a house by the sea. A guilty conscience is worse than socks—but the choice is yours.

WHO WILL BE INVOLVED

Those who enjoy dark humor, absurdity, and stories where the heroes screw up everything, but do it with a straight face. If you've ever laughed at the line "he already knew the letter A," you've come to the right place.

And if you've completed the first two parts, you already know that failure always welcomes its heroes with open arms.

Twenty years of career. One last tank of gas. One intern who will eat anything, including evidence.

Welcome to the bottom, detective.