Ch 1 Dead and So Not Loving It_Gnawing Hunger

You have received a fatal amount of damage.

Congratulations! You've died!

...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIED?! THAT'S...that's not...*sniff* not fair!"

Mortimer tried looking around, as the world seemed to fade to deeper and deeper darkness. He was more than a little confused, but mostly, he was upset.

"I barely got to have an adventure. It's my first dungeon, and I died. Stupid monsters!" Mortimer muttered to himself, wracking his brain trying to figure out what went wrong. Or what killed him? Wait, he knew that a moment ago. And why was he still hanging around?

"Hmm, I wonder...Status!"

You do not have a status. You are dead.

Help?

There is no helping you. You are dead.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!"

I don't really know what you're expecting from me. You're in permanent naptime, you're pushing up daisies, you're fertilizer, the spark of your life is smothered in shite. Getting the picture genius?

"The snark is a bit much. But if I'm dead, what is all this then?" Mortimer waived his arms around in the inky void that surrounded him. "I know I was never much of one for all the religiosity. Never could stand those uppity Clerics. But not one of them every mentioned, or cursed me with, or damned me to an black...whatever this is."

Congratulations, you are SO pathetic, you are getting a second chance!

"Rude..."

Intelligence (INT) dropping to minimum. (1)

Wisdom (WIS) dropping to minimum. (1)

Charisma (CHA) dropping to minimum. (1)

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Dexterity (DEX) dropping to minimum. (1)

Subtype changed (Undead)

"No pithy response? No comments about how my intelligence didn't have far to go?"

Congratulations! You can now count yourself among the ranks of the brainless undead!

And since most Zombies are considered mindless undead, your ranks currently include just you.

Idiot

The zombie's eyes opened. Well one of them did. The other was laying on the ground next to the strange creature that attacked him. The zombie felt like it should have a name. It was covered in something. It looked soft. Fluffy even.

"Fluuuuuuuuffffffffyyyyyyyy..." The zombie groaned out, drool already dripping from the corner of his mouth.

That creature jumped back with a snarl, unsurprisingly startled by his meal suddenly getting back up. The creature growled and snapped at this thing in front it. The flesh slipped off skeletal frame, rapidly turning from pink to a sickening gray, as this thing seemed to rot away before its very eyes. The creature slashed at this horror, the powerful claws rending what little torso remained.

You dealt a deadly blow! Monster is immune to death.

The zombie slowly looked down as what was left of his torso was slashed away by the fluffy. He decided he did not like that. He needed that torso to eat. He was starving! Fluffy looked more and more like lunch. Slowly, and with almost more effort than he thought it was worth, the zombie pulled himself off the ground. What was left of his entrails dragged behind him as he begin to slowly trudge forward. He was so hungry!

The fluffy backed away as the zombie stepped forward. The fluffy snarled, and another slash tore away at more flesh, this time from his leg. The zombie pitched forward, suddenly missing about half the leg he was standing on. But once more, fortune smiled on him, as in pitching forward, he managed to get close enough to put his hands on the fluffy. The fluffy struggled, pulling away from the zombie as hard as it could, to no avail. The zombies hands tightened, and pulled the fluffy closer to his mouth. He was so hungry! Just a quick bite wouldn't hurt anything. Right?

You stuck a critical spot. You deal heavy damage.

Something filled the zombie's vision and would not go away. But there was no way for him to eat it, so he kept what was already in his hands.

You dealt fatal damage. Your target is dead.

You gained a level! You are now a level 2 Zombie!

Strength Up (STR+)

The thing in front of the zombie's eyes changed, but he did not care. He got through the fluffy part, and the hard crunchy bit. Now he could get to the warm squishy bit inside.

You feasted on a fresh corpse. Undead regeneration activated.

Finally the zombie's vision cleared. He kept snacking on the squishy bits, savoring each morsel with louds smacking noises. The zombie didn't even notice as his intestines were slowly pulled back towards his torso, and his leg reformed from the shredded ribbins the fluffy turned it into. He did notice when he suddenly could see how of his left side, and saw the rest of the delightful squishy to eat. Oh what a happy day this was for him!

Ch 1 Dead and So Not Loving It

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