

The game itself doesn’t involve an excessive amount of violence (you causing it, at least), but it takes inspiration with the hub of your house, the different events, the car to start and end a mission, and the phone call to receive your next objective. The main aesthetic difference is that this takes place in the 70s, and this is obvious with the art direction and the funky soundtrack. It’s very easy to get into, and is reminiscent of Hotline Miami, as many games are since it launched. If this sounds simple, then you’re right. Your mission is to pick up any evidence, bodies, and clean the area of blood while the authorities are patrolling the area.

But instead of cleaning up a crime scene before the cops arrive, you’ll be doing so while the cops are already on the scene. Wolfe in Pulp Fiction, Tom Cutler in Cleaner, or the Charlie and his crew from John Wick. Serial Cleaner puts you in the role of the poor sod that has the role of cleaning up the mess created by those that must resort to violence, much like Mr. Cue the cleaner that needs to make all of this go away. The man takes his blood soaked clothing and drives away. Heads were staring off into space longing for their eyes that could now be anywhere. Arms littered the landscape, with trees looking like they’d grab you if you got too close. The man looked around, and bodies lay strewed along his path of destruction. His eyes were bloodshot and welling up from the sting of the bodily fluids that had splashed his face. Red mist filled the air, the smell of copper becoming inescapable. Red mist filled the air, the smell of copper becoming As the sword made its final cut, blood ran down it like melted butter on a knife. As the sword made its final cut, blood ran down it like melted butter on a knife.
