To do so, you have to rid the area of bodies, evidence, and also clean up the majority of the puddles of blood that are just as present as the cops patrolling the area. Your main aim is to clean up the scene without being nabbed by the law enforcement that surround you. These locations include a games arcade, an apartment, and a prison. You play each character’s past crime scene memories one at a time and each happen in a designated space where a crime has taken place. And finally Lati, a struggling artist who cleans to earn money to create art. Vip3r, who is obviously modelled on 90s rave culture with her fluro parker and matching fluro bangs. There’s Psycho, a looming chainsaw-wielding thug who speaks in a disjointed, scattered manner. Of course, due to the unusual nature of the job, these three characters are on the more eccentric side. Serial Cleaners once again involves the 2017’s protagonist Bob, but this time he has wrangled three others to help him clean up other people’s messes. Therefore, throughout this review, I will be discussing in detail, due to the gameplay, some violent imagery. Developers Draw Distance have commented that they were inspired by gritty 90s cult classics Reservoir Dogs, The Usual Suspects, and Pulp Fiction, movies that are notorious for not holding back on making their violence extremely graphic. Let me preface by saying that Serial Cleaners isn’t for the squeamish.
The location of these celebrations is symbolic due to the fact that these characters do specialise in the business of erasing the blood off the hands of those whose palms are already very dirty. The top-down, stealth crime adventure is set in a funeral parlour where four crime scene cleaners discuss their biggest jobs of the decade and reminisce about how they got into the business. Serial Cleaners, the sequel to 2017’s Serial Cleaner, is set in New York on New Years’ Eve of 1999 and centres around a very different kind of celebration. Do you remember New Years’ Eve 1999? The Prince song was played on repeat for weeks beforehand, we were all scared that everything would collapse, the new millennium was looming, and teenage me was half petrified half exhilarated by the prospect of welcoming the 00s.
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