Dear Goddess,

What have you done? My nights are filled with the sounds of snapping femurs and muffled gurgling screams followed buy a wet ripping and tearing... their numbers are unyielding as they grow stronger the more they feast... never in my life... have i witnessed such beauty...

All i was given was a few bodies and told to make an army... when they returned there was nothing to come back to but they had their horde... the plane will be a roiling mass of ravenous flesh soon. Another job well done.

Thank You.

Sincerely,

An Aspiring Necromancer

HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH?

HEY KID! YEAH YOU, WITH THE EYES, KEEP LOOKIN, I GOT A WICKED OFFER FOR YA. YOU LIKE POWER? COURS' YA DO, WHY ELSE WOULD YOU BE HERE? NOW who needs massive, hulking monstrosities, neigh-immortal demigods, beings beyond rational comprehension, and the Giant Fuckin TREES , BIG MONSTERS ARE FOR SQUARES .

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED?

FLESH, NOT EVEN A LOT OF IT

WITH JUST TWO PILES OF MEAT, YOU, YOURSELF CAN GROW YOUR VERY OWN ARMY OF GIBBERING SHAMBLERS! ALL THEY NEED IS A LITTLE ROOM AND TLC AND THEY'LL SAP THE LIFE OUTTA THE WHOLE PLANE IF YOU GIVEM' ENOUGH TIME!

Now us necromancers are trained in the arts of mental intrusion so your fears of red mana and puritans attempting to ruin our way of life are known...

BUT THEY TOO WILL BE CRUSHED UNDER THE TIDE OF YOUR UNDYING MEAT!

UNYIELDING MANA GENERATION, UNRELENTING ZOMBIE GROWTH, AND FLEXIBILITY THAT A SKELETON WOULD BE JEALOUS OF!

All you need to do.. is thumbprint here.. with your blood.

and maybe give up an organ or two.