"Reading Problem Sleuth is like playing a game, but it's an impossible game, in the best possible sense of the word. You put PENCIL to CRUMPLED PAPER and here's what comes out: > rewrite paper, focusing on the game interface mechanic You put down the pencil and stare at your own words with unbelieving disgust.
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It's clear that Hussie, through these means, assures the reader that femininity can in fact be explored, but always within the "safe word" of the masculine: never are we truly female, Hussie reminds us, unless and until we are wrapped in the skin of the gendered male." From a normative gendo-sociological perspective, it's interesting to note that the only way a female character can enter the narrative of Problem Sleuth is through an (imaginary?) gender inversion of the Male. "Problem Sleuth is a comic featuring dozens of male characters ("sleuths", "inspectors", "kingpins", and tellingly, "dicks") and a handful of female characters ("nervous broads", "hysterical dames"). You wield the ERASER on the back of the SHARPENED PENCIL held in your meaty fist and rub away what's there. Get ready for the best game you'll never play." If you're reading Problem Sleuth for the first time, congratulations. The readers of the comic told the protagonists what to do next, which resulted in a freewheeling adventure that never devolved into stupid stuff because Andrew's knowledgeable hand kept the course true, targeted faillessly on "comedy bronze, silver and gold". "Problem Sleuth is a comic / adventure / game / exploration of weird puzzle shit written by Andrew Hussie. The words underneath the heading are written in pencil. A heading at the top reads "PROBLEM SLEUTH FOREWORD", written in unerasable black ink. Smoothing it out with your right first, you see that someone has written on it. You unclench your left fist, wich causes the now crinkled CRUMPLED PAPER to fall to the desk. If you want to find a specific page in your own book, count them out one at a time going from there. Therefore, I'm making up my own page numbers that are cool and good. This book, at least the version I own, has no page numbers. You're ready to throw down some mad ESSAYS. You now clutch a SHARPENED PENCIL in your right fist. No problem! A task like this is easily achieved to everyone's satisfaction. It's a miracle the paper hasn't blown away. Returning your gaze to your desk you see a scrap of paper with some writing on it. You see a similar cliff, this one with lava shooting out in a beautiful arc about half-way down and ending in a glowing pool of molten rock far below. Looking over your right armrest means to look over the other side of the mountain top. What appears to be a giant hawk or a tiny pterosaur circles lazily just above the mist. Peering cautiously over your left armrest, you see that you're sitting at the top of a sheer cliff, one whose bottom is thankfully obscured by mist several kilometers below. Wind swirls around you, and the sky threatens a storm big enough to wipe all humanity from the face of the planet. The peak is barely enough to contain you, the chair you're sitting in, and the desk you're sitting in front of. You're on the top of a mountain, and it's unbelievably dramatic.