Bullet-Casing Necromancy: The Leviathan Fleet
By @john1208
The sky over Akkadia Prime bled toxic green, and a dying courier drone dropped a basalt lockbox at my feet. Inside? A vial of swirling black shadow, an antique revolver, and a clay tablet etched in my own handwriting: 'Drink the shadow, shoot the first thing that knocks, and smile. The Xar-Kutu are here.' I always knew I was a genius, but apparently, my past self triggered an alien bio-apocalypse just to give me a head start. When the Xar-Kutu spores began melting the population into silent, screaming bio-horrors, I found my true calling. I don't just raise the dead - I arm them. Why give a skeleton a rusty sword when you can fuse its ribcage with a heavy machine gun? Now, I'm leading a trigger-happy undead platoon through a terrifying, fog-choked nightmare to keep my little sister, Nia, safe. Toss in a grumpy sniper named Zadira who can't decide whether to kiss me or shoot me, and we're having a grand old time. But as we prepare to conquer a massive, ocean-dwelling bio-leviathan to carry my undead army across the poisoned seas, I have to wonder... what exactly did my past self do to cause this, and what is waiting for us on the other shore?
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