Serial Cleaner is an enjoyable romp then, made better by its groovy setting and art design. Quicker flatfoots and law enforcers who can instantly zap you with some legal electricity before you can run for the hills emphasise planning and speed, escalating the challenge as the short campaign marches on. Can you suck up enough blood before the cops double back? Can you reach the corpse of Johnny Tight-Lips before you’re caught in the beam of a cop’s torch? That’s the initial challenge, before later levels chuck another spanner at you in the form of different cops entering. The real challenge, comes down to timing. It’s a top-down perspective to the tune of some funky bass-lines, that has you dodging the thin blue line while making certain that the scene in question is clean enough to eat food off of. On the surface, the Serial Cleaner looks simple enough. How does one even clean up a few grisly murders while the fuzz are on patrol? With the handiest of vacuum cleaners and a few bodybags, that’s how.

That’s where you come in as the titular serial cleaner, a man with a presumably hairy past and an even hairier philtrum who isn t averse to getting rid of an inconvenient evidence lying around a crime scene. Somebody who doesn’t mind getting some red on their shirt, making a quick buck and dodging the long arm of the law. It’s a dirty job, and somebody has to clean up.

Serial cleaner review