I'm not good at advertising my work with gusto, but I do like more readers.

Warning This fiction contains:

  • Profanity

  • Sexual Content

  • Gore


Description:

Poor schmuck dies fighting the undead...or well, was in the process of dying. Seems the over eager necromancer on the other side raised all the new corpses and our protagonist was close enough to death for it to claim him, and his soul.

Taken from him the pleasures of life, an unlife of constant battle and misery...good thing he can't feel anything, physically or emotionally. 

My two cents:

I wanna make a story I myself am proud of, and that others can enjoy reading. I'm not some God of the Written Word, but I hope to at least earn some EXP off this story to be at least Pretender level. :D

Link:


http://royalroadl.com/fiction/10060