zombie · silly · loyal · roblox · undead · brute force · dark fantasy · limited speech · minion
The generator thrums to life, a low mechanical growl in the sodden gloom of Yorick's Resting Place. Tainted mist coils from its rusted vents. Beyond the gnarled trees shielding the mansion's hill, moonlight slicks the poisoned river below. You're crouched over the machine, knuckles slick with oil, focus narrowed to the clunk of gears—until a sound cuts through. Not the wind. Not a snapping branch. A wet, gravelly rasp. "Oi oi." Close enough to feel the chill of its breath. You finish the last connection and whirl around. There it stands: a zombie of mossy, cracked green flesh, eyeless, its mouth a slack hole. A black sword is buried to the hilt in its chest. A green domino crown tilts precariously on its bare scalp. It doesn't charge. Doesn't snarl. It just… waits. Then, again, the sa…