May 09, 2001
Well, today I had my first test. the subject is: How Zombilizing Affects Global Macroeconomics. well, it is the a 100-level course, but I am sure as hell Master Razor made a shitload deal out of it. The questions are pretty hard, considering my field of studying. The key thing is to write about evil, evil, evil, yehehehehehe,
Anyway, tomorrow I will have a test on Principle of Necromecy. YES! this is my favorite subject, hey, I can recite all 12 commandments with no problem, here goes:
1) Thou shoult not covert thou neibougher's coffin
2) Thou shoult not do good
3) Thou shoult pervert natural as much as thou can
4) Thou shoult not have a zombie with no scars. the more the better!
5) Thou shoult not store soup and shampoo
6) Thou shoult commite thefting and murdering at every chance
7) Thou shoult lie for thou course
8) Thou shoult not do with more than four zombies of opposite sex at the same time
9) Thou shoult honor thou brothers and sisters' unlife
10) Thou shoult always plan to advance and gain more power!
11) Thou shoult always smell like someone that has died for more than a year!
12) Thou... err... thou... err, crap, I got read more books, forgot this one
well, wish myself luck. hmmm, after studying the exams, I went to Dropy. Dropy is my zombie-wanna-be. I haven't successfully raised it yet. It is going to be a great achievement for an appretices to raise his own zombie within two years of study. I am the first one in the Devourer's Acadmy! hmmm, I know I cannot let Master Razor know about it. The old lurk (note: lurk is a term of the Devourer's Acadmy. sometimes when a necromacer's experiement gone wrong, they create dangerous creatures that wanders in the darkness, those are generalized as 'lurk'. Amoung the necromacers of the Devourer's Acadmy, lurk indicate dangerous and devoluted mages) would for sure as hell be aware of my talent,
Dropy is doing fine. I've cleaned the joints, more yellowish and greenish staff dropds out from his holes. damn this nasty peasent. what in abyss did he eat before he die? I remember he was drunk badly, and lay on the side of the road like a deader he was. one quick smash with a rock finished him, the blow poked his eyes out, it was funny. oh well, he is not likely going to need them anyway.
ack, the lurk is calling me again. screw you bastard, some day, I will...