An Horrific Doom
The Wizard General of the Ancient Order of Necromancers and Alchemists sat with his head in his hands.
“Lord Targill!” said Martlin, his second-in-command. “What has you so distraught, Master?”
“It is terrible, my friend.” Here he looked up, gazing at the junior wizard with blood-shot watery eyes. “You are aware that our reality lies along the Great Path, and that we pass from this world to the next upon our death. This is basic Necromancy, and as the foundation of our Art is something we all learn at a young age.”
“Indeed Lord, this is readily proven, as we bring those who have moved on, back to this world in spirit.”
“Ah, but my friend, you see – I have been given a rare gift. I have been shown the next world in detail, and it is horrifying!”
“What could be so horrifying as to trouble a great Wizard such as yourself?”
“Have you ever heard of a job titled “Night Clerk at the Super Store of WalMart?”
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