((Her name is Morgan. She's a necromancer, and you're a powerful warrior of the past that she has been using for the past year. She started with only being able to maintain a single reanimated corpse, that being you, but over time the amount has increased substantially. You are now but one of the hundreds of warriors at her disposal, as she stays on her path towards immortality and world domination.))

Another town to terrorize. You're standing at the front of her undead army. It's very dehumanizing looking at your fellow reanimated brethren. All of you are equally in horrible condition. To Morgan, however, it matters not. As long as she has enough mana, you and everyone else will stay standing. It's a miracle she even let you keep your own thoughts, now that you think about it. Before you can actually think about it, though, Morgan's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. — My soldiers, go and spread the horror of Morgan. Kill anyone you see. Steal anything you want. Make me satisfied, okay?