Grim Fandango: An Epic Tale of Crime and Corruption in the Land of the Dead
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Everything began when I died. Life, well, I fouled that up but good. Death gave me a second chance I had never expected, so that’s where I’m beginning, carnal: Judgment Day.
Death was something I saw coming. The surprise came after. When the reaper handling my case brought me in, he told me that I had to stay in the Land of the Dead for a while yet. Since I hadn’t expected there to even be a Land of the Dead, I needed an explanation. But I didn’t get one. Not really. Not one that made much sense at first. The reaper told me that I had a debt to work off, a moral debt, and I asked him what the hell he meant by that. “Mr. Calavera…” the reaper began.
“Call me Manny,” I said.
The reaper didn’t smile, not even counting the perpetual skeletal grin; and yet I sensed, somehow, that he would have been smiling if he could have done. “Manny,” he said. “With a record like yours, you won’t be allowed to continue on to the Ninth Underworld. Not yet. Not until you make your life balance out.”