[Thanks to my new Superfriends lunch gang at work, I’ve come up with details to flesh out my premise for that SVU-based fanfic to parallel my own, ah, rich life experience.]
In the criminal justice system, sexually-based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.
BENSON: You’re gonna love this, Elliot. Second case in the past two seaso—years. Victim is an Asian male, age indeterminate (between the dyed hair and the comic books on his shelves), found cold in front of a videogame.
STABLER: So he played until he died, I’ve heard that’s happening a lot lately.
WARNER: Yes, but that smell of urine from his pants? Usually these hardcore players at least keep a bucket handy. His pants are stained from it, but the floor’s clean. And his hands may be placed on the keyboard now, but roll up the sleeves, those ligature marks indicate that they’ve been bound recently. This man probably died elsewhere, and was moved here.
FIN: Seems all this online gaming stuff is just openin’ up whole new worlds for people to kill each other over.
[Opening credits. Break for commercial.]
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