I'm not saying it would be cool to have 29 followers on Cryptmother for my 29th birthday (Sunday) but yes I am
Level seven is a perfectly respectable level for a Necromancer, but Graverra Greame wants more. After a lifetime of being horribly misunderstood by her peers - like it's her fault mage armor looks like that? - Graverra glitches into an undiscovered and under-leveled dungeon and is *finally* presented with a marvelous opportunity to advance; all she has to do is make a pact with the enigmatic and infuriating dungeon core and spend her days in wedded dungeon mistress bliss… But running a dungeon isn’t always easy; Between an emotionally stunted dungeon core husband who still won’t swap out his avatar for a human body and some bitchy celestial entity for a mother-in-law breathing down their necks, on top of all the usual worries of running your own dungeon… What’s a girl to do?
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