Hello there! Congratulations on your death! You are now in Purgatory. It’s a
rather permanent thing, you see, unless God or the Devil sees fit in moving
you up or down a level. Oh, I see you’ve realized that you’re carrying a bac-
kpack! Good. Take out the things that are inside. There should be a photo
album, a certificate, and a map.

The photo album is full of any important events in your life. Yup, that’s right.
Pictures of you and events that were significant in the years that you spent
alive. All in there. You can flip through that later. The certificate there – the
scroll you’re holding – is your certificate of death. It’s got all the information
you need about yourself: name, birthday, criminal record, cause of death, si-
gnificant others, your first job, what you were allergic to, et cetera et cetera.
And then there’s the map of Seattle. If you wanna leave Seattle, then great,
go buy your own map of elsewhere. You’re able to travel to most places in th-
e world except for various Pacific islands and Antarctica. The reason why y-
ou’re in Seattle is because it’s the closest portal city to the location you died
at. Anyway. Welcome to purgatory! Go explore before you're sent to your final
destination.

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Welcome to purgatory! Your second life, pretty much. (Except... you can't die.)
You're stuck here until the guy up above or that other guy down below decides
where you go. So until then, you have yet to realize that
somedays just aren't yours at all.


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