Well, I just finished replaying Grim Fandango. I love it as much as I did the first time I played it, only this time, owing to my fantastic memory, I didn’t need a walkthrough.

I remember the first time I got sucked into the Land of the Dead, some seven years ago. My favourite part was, and still is, Year Two in Rubacava, with its nightlife, its poetry, and its jazz music. I remember how beautiful the graphics were, and how I kept putting Grim Fandango desktop themes on my computer for months. I remember how much I loved the music that played outside the Calavera Cafe, and how I spent ages having Manny walk aimlessly outside just so I could listen to it. I remember going up and down the elevator by the Blue Casket and marvelling at how fast it went and how scary it would be to ride it. It reminded me of one of those Drop of Doom rides at amusement parks.

Years later, the game has, without a doubt, aged well. The same atmosphere that inspired me at thirteen has managed to touch my heart once again, without fail. And to be honest, I haven’t seen anything like it since.