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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He’s up to his neck in the brown stuff and he’s never been much of a swimmer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This afterlife is always in turmoil but one man keeps getting sucked into the gutter to deal with the scum of the city.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Get Ted Dead<\/a><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Detective Blunt isn’t just any dead detective… he’s the only dead Detective this city has.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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