Niothera
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Gary Miller is just your average man. Can barely afford the nicer luxuries in life without creating another open tab on his ever growing credit-card debt, works in a local supermarket as a floor-supervisor for a wage of peanuts and isolates himself every evening in front of the television or computer; mindlessly numbing his existence - an existence that would soon be snatched from his grasp on reality, quite literally.
Aimlessly thrown into a world of torment and decay, Gary must seek to find the truth to his untimely death and grow to learn how to adapt to his new surroundings; some call it purgatory, others call it the afterlife, but most of the long-term residents call it Niothera.
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