It was a beautiful summer’s day in the undead city of Blolk. Goblin skeletons were riding bicycles in the neighborhood park, and the old liches played chess while looking out for them. A half zombie half skeleton horsewoman stopped by to retrieve her little Timmy from the playground.

While she bought groceries for their family, the woman had no qualms about leaving him to play here alone. After all, Blolk was one of the safest cities in the kingdom. Nothing bad ever happened here, and it never will.

Suddenly, a car slammed into the horsewoman sending her tail first into a rotten tree.

“It’s the undead!” shouted the zombie driver while getting out and running for his life. “They’re coming!”

“Is he high?” wondered one of the old liches. Mushrooms that would affect their bones were still under development, but one could still hope for a miracle.

“Iiiiiaaaa!” the sounds of screams were heard in the distance. A horde of undead was storming the city. Windows were shattered, cars overturned, and buildings leveled through sheer brutality.

“Why are they doing this!?” cried the horsewoman while adjusting her spine.

“Freeze!” shouted the park guard, a death knight in his late 960s. He sprinted towards one of the trouble makers, twisted his arm bones and pinned him to the ground. “Why are you acting like this?” he growled while releasing some of his darkness aura. “And… why are you naked?”

“Why are you clothed?” countered the skeleton.

“Well…”

“You’re part of the system, man, a murderous death knight reduced to guarding some park. Don't you feel sorry for yourself?”

“I’m doing the best I can,” the death knight quivered.

“You can do better,” said the skeleton. “F**k this job. F**k these clothes, and f**k society! It’s anarchy, baby. You know you want it.”

Like a former alcoholic locked in a cellar full of tequila, the death knight started looking at things from a different perspective. All this looting, pillaging, murder, and destruction… It was his wildest fantasy. Without even realizing it, he let go of the skeleton’s arm.

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“Come, brother.” The skeleton patted his back. “With Overlord Seth as our master, our victory is assured.”

Outside of Blolk, at the rebel army’s temporary campsite…

“We’re f***ed!” cried a posh skeleton in his not so posh rags. “We can’t beat the Nightwalker! He’s a monster!”

“So are you. Now, quit whining,” said Seth. They were all sitting in the general's tent around a large table. The map of the kingdom was on it with various red circles drawn in certain areas.

“Alastar, you’re the strategy guy. What do we do?”

“Yes, general. The Nightwalker’s forces consist of 10,000 highly trained mid-ranking undead. They’re split into 10 battalions under the command of a high ranking undead. And, I’m not talking about any high ranking creature. They’re some of the most gruesome, awe inspiring, battle hardened monsters to…”

“I get it! They’re strong. What about us?” grumbled Seth.

“We have a bit over 2,000 lower undead and 143 mid-rank undead, Sir.”

Silence fell on the tent. Their little rebellion had started without a hitch, yet in just two weeks, the Lich King had sent his second in command to practically wipe them off the map.

“Uau,” Chloe said with a look of wonder. “You guys are screwed. I bet they’ll turn you into undead just so they can kill you over and over again.”

“You’re part of this rebellion too,” Momo reminded her.

“I’m a princess,” she shrugged. “All I have to say is you’ve kidnapped me, and they’ll give me a front row seat to your execution.”

“Maybe we should do that,” said Seth while pointing his fancy commander’s sword at her.

“Be my guest. It’ll just give me more credibility.”

“This is hopeless,” sighed the skeleton. “Lord Seth, I admit you’re wiser than a lich and your heart beats for our cause, but you don’t have any commanding experience. We need an experienced general to organize this rabble, or I’m afraid we’ll lose more than just our clothes.”

Another moment of silence. The Nightwalker was just a couple days away. With no time to increase their forces and no hope of retreat or parle, their destinies were written in stone.

“What if…” Chloe thought aloud.

“What?” asked Momo. He could feel his bad luck skill trembling.

“Seth, can you let us commanders have a moment alone?” asked the princess.

“Are you planning a rebellion?”

“…No,” the girl averted her eyes.

“...Ok,” Seth left to cool his head. Even a great general needed rest after all.

“So?” asked Alastar. “Do we throw him to the Nightwalker and fly the other way?”

“Actually,” Chloe pulled a red vial out of her bracelet.

“A morphing potion?” both Alastar and Momo’s eyes went wide.

After a series of intense exchanges, the group came to an agreement. They called Seth back and gave him the potion.

“Is this poison?” asked the pixie.

“No,” Chloe shrugged.

“Hm,” Seth paused until he realized that figuring out their ploy would be a pain. He pulled off the lid and swallowed the whole thing. His wings receded, and his body grew six feet in height. After snapping his neck and taking in a deep breath, the red haired warrior’s eyes fell on the map.

“Call back our troops,” he ordered in a stone cold voice. “We're changing our strategy.”