It usually starts with an anonymous phone call or a chance meeting of an anachronistic knife-shapening vendor. But, my story evidently isn't cool enough for that. I like the truth-possibly because my life is to alter that truth, so i will tell you what really happened, even though it will sound really uninteresting and "commonplace" compared to the fast-flying rumors. But i have a few things to clear up, before it starts.
First: Love spells are pure fiction, and zombies are immune to pretty much all spells anyway.
Second: He wasn't really a zombie, it was more like his metabolism worked differently than a humanoid's does. He's a belief-based lifeform.
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