Other Maps Related to this Project by mtoboekid11 (mouselet11 on Reddit)
how to make a car kinda sorta (mtoboekid)
Cyberpunk Mechanics Pack (mtoboekid)
Roy's Shop 1st Floor (mtoboekid)
Roy's Shop Second Floor (mtoboekid)
My Contributions
Cyberpunk Mechanics Pack Expanded (Can be cloned)
Parking Lot Encounters 1: Dirty Truck Stop Secrets
Parking Lot Encounters 2: The Long Walk Back to Your Car
Link for this piece on Reddit
A Word from the Inkarnator
After making the cop car for our Cyberpunk Mechanics Pack I got the idea for this piece almost immediately. I also thought mtoboekid's black car could totally pass for a cop car if adorned with the right lights and such. All the vehicles were still created by her originally, I just tweaked them to look like this.
This map will end up on my Patreon as a free map in all quality grades from 4 to 8k, so feel free to come visit!
Below this section is the continuation of the little storyline I have been writing for each Parking Lot Encounter. Read it or not, up to you! If you do, much thanks to you friend!
As goes tradition, I wish you all a happy viewing Inkarnators!
- KKXIII -
Detective Moriarty Richard James' Case Log:
Signed on to the Klean Slate Case
"I think it was around midnight I got a call from Sector 16 Police Commissioner Douglas Greenside, responsible for all the divisions in Old Baltimore. I told him I was soundly sleeping in my cozy dilapidated bed, and that I had already worked a full day finishing a case, but he was... more than insistent. I, in fact, couldn't believe my ears when he told me what he had to say, especially what I learned when I reached the crime scene: Division18 found a body in their back parking lot, but what I didn't know when he so rudely woke me up, was that it wasn't stashed in a dumpster or anything. Nope, it was left in front of an abandoned truck, dismembered, and strangest of all, in plain sight.
"I got dressed, and drove over there, never mind the mounds of whiskey I drank in the wee hours of the night celebrating the end of the last dreadful case at Mephisto's Club House. Somehow I knew this would be the biggest case of my life, and, I was right.
"The suspect was none other than Klean Slate. I had heard about him already, but I had my hands full at the time. I have experience with serial killers, so the commissioner gave me a try, and good thing he did. I asked him how it was even possible this body, or what was left of it, could have ended up here in front of the very truck the killer was squatting in, moreover at a police station? He felt sheepish, and didn't have an answer, other than:
"'This guy certainly is laughing at us. It's his fourteenth victim, and we've still had trouble finding a lead. So far, we can't figure out his pattern. He kills both males and females, all of different social standings, no conclusive details linking them together... the only thing we can confirm is that he hits Baltimore more frequently than any other sector, and it's my sector, so I took the liberty to call the best.'
"Well, can't say that was a bad call on his part. I asked him if there was any evidence or footage collected from the last thirteen victims. His answer was 'none other than a 3AM video surveillance tape from an old parking garage.' He added that they were reviewing the tapes repeatedly, but the killer struck so fast it was hard to zoom in on anything consequential. He also wore some kind of clown mask. Goodness, I thought clowns were something from before the mountain came out of the ground; didn't know they'd be coming back out of the woodwork. Not many people are laughing these days.
"Anyway, I asked Greenside if the victims had any social media at all, something I could work with. Hell, if we could find some kind of text conversation between loved ones, close to the time the crime happened, we might just figure something out. Of course, he said no. This killer was not dumb enough to leave such evidence laying around, apparently, but he was indeed foolhardy enough to leave a visible corpse in a cop shop parking lot. Oh, brother!
"I asked him if he would mind that I go give another look to the last crime scene, the parking garage, where this poor bastard was capped. His only answer was:
"'Be my guest, James! Thank you for accepting to work with us!'
"Yeah, I'll bet you were super happy to put your tail between your legs and get a lowly detective to do your job for you. I decided to waste no time, there wasn't a second to get some shut eye, I had to get on this."
