“The Case of the Chocolate Bomb Cake” is set in an English manor in the 1920s and is inspired by mystery writers of the period and 1920s British humorist P.G. Wodehouse. There is a bit of humor mixed in with your mystery. There is confusion when the Thistlethwaite Manor takes on two feuding chefs named Anthony who each believe in the superiority of their national cuisine, Chef Antonio and Chef Antoine. Lord Pongo’s birthday party goes off with a bang when the chocolate bombe cake literally explodes. Chef Antonio is left dead on the kitchen floor under a mound of chocolate mousse, but whodunnit? Was it Chef Antoine? The maid Ellie Shufflebottom? Or was it one of the lords and ladies of the manor: Rupert, Myrtle, Pansy or Pongo?
In this game, the hosts are suspects and the guests are detectives. Action cards will direct detectives to either uncover specific clues in various rooms or to ask a particular question of a suspect. The suspects’ scripted answers are on Suspect cards which are collected by the detectives. Clue cards explain the significance of various clue objects and are also collected by detectives as evidence. Some Clue cards may also direct detectives to ask additional related questions of the suspects.
This mystery party game kit is a downloadable zip file containing six PDFs: host and game instructions, suspect name labels, Action cards, Suspect cards, Clue cards and printable evidence including instructions to make a firecracker prop. Other evidence items include a letter from Lady Myrtle to her sister Prunella, a page from Lord Rupert’s journal, British pound notes and a check signed P.T. Some clue objects will need to be provided by items in the house. All cards are formatted to work with Avery 4 1/4″ by 5 1/2″ postcards. The suspect name labels work with Avery 3 1/3″ by 4″ removable ID labels.
An example excerpt from a Suspect card —
“Well, I didn’t care for the man [Chef Antonio.] One day, I was coming through the kitchen, and he was looking over a recipe, muttering about a pinch of salt and asked if I could bring him some. Well, I went over to him and I did, and he pinched something that wasn’t salt. I said, “I, dear sir, am a married woman!” and I defended my virtue with this ladle and rapped him upside the head. I didn’t even care that he got tomato sauce on his ear!”