What do the forces of the undead talk about?
>>55049005
Gossip, fashion, philosophy, general conversation material.
Societal ills and how to combat them, generally. Undead are very progressive after all; they tend to only like people for theirBRAAAAAINS.
>>55049005
>“Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago."
>I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead."
>He nods. "Marr...iage.”
>>55049005
Jolly cooperation
>>55049005
"Something's about to happen. I can feel it in my BONES."
"Ha! Good one!"
>>55049005
"Man, existence sure sucks. Can't wait until everything gets reduced to nothing by entropy."
>>55049782
That was humerus.
>>55049005
>One day he attends the funeral of a casual acquaintance and falls to contemplation in the graveyard. He hears the voices of the recently deceased and buried, and he listens to their conversation. They discuss card games and political scandals
Its a fun read, and short for him. I try to get the petty bullshit dead people vibe if I'm running a lighter hearted game.
>>55049005
Brains
>>55049005
Death and taxes.
>>55050161
That better not be a fib-ula. You'd be making yourself look like a coccyx times over if it were.
Tibia honest, I just stole the quote you replied to from the Futurama vidya.
>>55050624
eh throw him a bone
>>55050671
I don't think I can anymore, my cranium's supply of puns has ossified, and the radius of my knowledge about bones isn't that good anyway. I do apologise for being overly sternum, though.
...I'll stop now.
>>55049005
Mindless ones- nothing
Vampires- blood and decadence(& politics)
Lichs- magic and plots
Ghosts- unfinished business
Skeletons- calcium and puns
>>55049005
>just lost my last toe
>my bones hurt
>why does he get more worms than I do
>>55049782
RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE
>>55050998
>I bet none of these mummies even pun
>I wish I was in my crypt playing bones
>>55051046
>not playing the trombone
One fucking job
>>55049005
They're subservient to their Necromancer/equivalent, but all hate him, so constantly complain both in and out of battle.
"Gods dammit, Gary, fucking again? Can't you fight these heroes yourself, you pasty wanker?"