Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 29
Sometimes a minute feels like forever, especially when you're chillin' in a hammock with Mrs. Tamara GRRR Diablo Thrill of the Balance de Razor Perditis Yo Legarto
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 28
Mr. Harmless Bullet doesn't recognize his wife, but maybe you can? And is she really his wife?
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 27
Welcome to Chapter 27: "The Wrath of a Wife," where paranoia and chaos meet, knives dance to questionable beats, and your only hope is Mrs. Vegas or her protection plan, which costs $9,999 per hour.
Eyebrow Killer. Chapter 4
Have you ever walked into a mansion so fancy that it has a deer house? No, not a zoo—just deer living their best life while you're stuck at your office...
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 26
Step into FuzzyPie’s world of impossible yummy (or not) wonders...
Eyebrow Killer. Chapter 3
Flawed investigators with not-so-sharp instincts? Keep listening/reading, things are about to get even more bizarre.
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 25
Time for deadly diamond chairs, bloodbaths, undead ex-wives, and strange gifts...
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 24
What’s next? A bizarre oversized bird poop and nude fashion critiques from guards named Medusa and Jellywobble…
Eyebrow Killer. Chapter 2
One thing was suddenly clear: this wasn’t just a sad, messy overdose. Someone out there had a pattern, a method, and a taste for cruelty.
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 23
A “corporate robot” or a more “unhinged panda genius in a tiny red hat”? Meet the ruler of the Warrior Farm.
Eyebrow Killer - chapter 1
Trigger: suicide/murder Through the haunting story of Kerstin Lund, we explore the blurry line between victim and monster, following her from a Norwegian fishing village to Amsterdam.
Bullet's Adventure: Chasing Sobekneferu - chapter 22
Just imagine how it feels: waking up in a castle with a blonde PA named Ms. Break de Roof sniffing your yellow knitted pants, freeing your “iron-hard warrior,” and then casually reminding you that you’re a detective suspected of killing a sheriff.