A long time ago there was a plague, and I have deleted 23 variations on the bitter, accusatory end of this sentence.

Wouldn't it be a jolly time to gather the dead from the streets, haul them to the graveyard, and bury them for what seems like relatively good money? Gosh, the government even provide a cart for free. In Plague Colon London 1665, you might be better protected proportionate to contemporary medical knowledge than BUT ANYWAY HO HO LAUGHTER GUFFAW.

Counter-intuitively, this is, if not quite jolly, a satisfying job simulation with a strong but unintrusive narrative and a slightly primitive low-fi charm.