This is the Grim Reaper’s personal afterlife. A world where broken promises, shattered dreams, and abandoned hopes walk side by side with dead mortals, forgotten deities, and everything else discarded by the living.
He’s up to his neck in the brown stuff and he’s never been much of a swimmer.
This afterlife is always in turmoil but one man keeps getting sucked into the gutter to deal with the scum of the city.
Detective Blunt isn’t just any dead detective… he’s the only dead Detective this city has.
Feel like laughing in the face of Death?
- Loads of Beezy and Grim…loads!
I know, it would be better to post them as I have done before but I’m way behind on that and it’ll take hours, so here you go!
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