San Diego 'Now you can be Andrew Philip Cunanan, 'the gay spree killer,' and experience his final days! You choose where to go. You decide who to meet. It's a sarcastic adventure based on the wildly inaccurate news reports of 1997. Thanks for being sensible and my apologies in advance...."
You're at www.tidalwave.net/~offwhite/, Andrew's multi-faced picture comes up. Click here to enter the game. At the bottom, the four scores that tell you if you're going to last as long as Cunanan did on the run: your life expectancy, your money supply, how close the police are, and how high your fame's rocketing. You can spend money, hustle money, lie low, or live the glittering life, but everything you do has consequences.
You start off, as Cunanan did, in San Diego. You can travel, meet ex-lovers Jeffrey Trail or David Madson, or one of the celebs Andrew tracked, like Tom Cruise, Madonna, Geraldo, Sylvester Stallone, or designers like Jean Paul Gaultier or Cunanan's last victim, Gianni Versace.
If you like, you can murder them.
Today you -- Andrew, that is -- have decided to travel to San Francisco. In your car. It's all you can afford. "You must pay gas and tolls," says the pop-up. Your money bar shortens.
"You go to a local hot gay disco, cover $15. An average-looking Latino guy asks you to dance, then buys you drinks. STAY or GO?"
You stay. "A flirty older bartender gives you a free drink. STAY? GO?"
Stay. "Some sick-looking guy says, 'Here -- please take it. That shit is making me too dizzy.' It is three hits of Ecstasy. STAY? GO?"
You go. But you are horribly low on cash. Hit the EARN box.
"Desperate for more cash, you reduce yourself to the ways of a common male prostitute. You meet an awfully short white guy who wants to buy your underpants. ACCEPT? LEAVE?"
Accept. "Your john suddenly attacks you like a psycho-killer. FIGHT? LEAVE?"
Fight. "You knock him against the wall with a kick to the chest. He slashes you with a knife. FIGHT? LEAVE?"
Fight. "The stranger slashes through your arm. You pummel him in the side of his head with your fist." FIGHT? LEAVE?"
Fight. Uh oh.
"YOU ARE DEAD!"
Damn. And you didn't even get near to Miami.
"Andrew Cunanan -- The Odyssey" is grosser than gross. But not half as gross as the real thing, says its creator, David Uy.
"Why would I ever want to publish such a demented page?" he says in his own bio page. "There're a couple of reasons really. Obviously this was a fascinating example of the U.S. versus the criminal on the run. That makes him an underdog of sorts. For whatever reason, people tend to identify with underdogs. And for other reasons of my own... Well, I think there were some similarities between him and me. We're both about the same age, we both have a Filipino father and white American Mom. Both our families are sad and dysfunctional. Both of us were the 'baby' of said families, and both of us are gay. And both Cunanan and I have a 'hearty' laugh."
"Ridiculous juxtaposing, you say? Maybe. But who knows for sure. Yet I'm no serial or spree killer. What's the difference? Money, I think. He was born to a wealthy dad. I was born low class. I've never had anything to lose, and therefore I've never had anything to prove. Andrew apparently took the loss of his father's money rather hard, and he needed to find ways to replace it. Do I think that my rags-to-better-rags story has made me a better person than him? No. Because I think just about anybody could freak out and become a murderer."
There's another reason David Uy did it: Uy, 30, an artist who works in the classified ads department of the Washington Blade, a gay newspaper based in D.C., says part of that media orgy was because Cunanan was gay, a convenient way for the establishment to vent a prejudice they normally have to keep suppressed in the interests of PC.
"How did Andrew Cunanan make it all the way to the FBI's top-ten-most-wanted list? I believe it's because of the media," he says by phone from Washington, D.C. "Okay, it's true that Cunanan did all of the killing, but the media only egged him on. What else are TV stations going to do these days with a story about a well-educated, high-society, HIV-positive, gay-male prostitute who travels across the country killing the men who may have infected him? It's a bizarre story, and yes, it would have caught my attention no matter who I was, and besides all that, he was attractive. It's sad to say, but I believe that if Cunanan had been unattractive, the media would not have taken such an interest in him.
"The point is I found his whole saga inspiring. No, not to make me go out and kill my enemies with a sawblade, a hammer, hedge shears, or a .40 caliber pistol. Andrew's descent into madness made me sit up and take notice of the media's sometimes fair, mostly awful coverage of the gay community.
"So the excellent little adventure that I made is the culmination of all these incredibly ridiculous stories put together: that he was hooked on drugs, that he was selling drugs, that he was a male prostitute, a female prostitute, that he was out there to kill people for all these really selfish reasons. Even if any of that might be a little bit true, the media just blew it all out of proportion. He could have been anywhere. He was in all 48 states, maybe even Alaska. People saw him everywhere. And when people are suddenly thinking that one single gay man is this incredible demon that can be anywhere and anyone, that's a real scary thing. That's when they start thinking that the whole gay community is full of these psycho-killer demon people."
Uy, who believes in "honesty above all things," had the idea for the online "adventure" during the last week of Cunanan's life.