When I became a necromancer in my very early life as a human, I thought of it as fun and entertaining! What with me having my own personal friends around me who I could talk to as long as I wanted. Things were like that most of my life, up until I died.
Yes, I died, but only because I was a very unlucky man at the time; after killing a dragon with an undead army, the earth got really shaken up which, sadly, caused my inevitable death.
However, I survived... with some consequences. How else would I be telling this story?
Afterwards I found a soul, and entered the body of the being. Little did I know that it was a pony in a city called Canterlot with thousands of different ponies there, but sadly this pony was in the dungeon. However, I'm sure I can convince the ruler of this nation that I'll be a great benefit to her nation! I'm always looking to help!
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...sometimes.