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A short comic strip in four panels:  

Panel 1. In a misty, night‑time graveyard, among the cold stones of long‑abandoned graves, a beautiful young necromancer stands majestically with her staff. She faces a knight serious about engaging in a fight.  
> Necromancer: Muahahaha! Attacking a necromancer in a graveyard, you clueless fool!  

Panel 2. The necromancer raises her staff and arms, casting a spell that spreads luminous effects across the ground around her. Skeletons emerge from the graves.  
> Necromancer: Skeletons! Rise from the dead!  

Panel 3. The skeletons look at each other, some pat each other on the back, others hug, seemingly unaware of the necromancer's presence. A mix of disbelief and excitement ripples through them. In the background, the necromancer makes a horrified face: this isn’t the result she expected.  
> Skeleton 1 (an adult): Hey, kiddo? Is that you?  
> Skeleton 2 (a smaller one): Grandpa?!  
> Skeleton 3 (holding another’s hand like a lover): Come along, love, everyone's here.  
> Skeleton 4 (an elderly one, clutching its back): Hello, youth!  

Panel 4. The necromancer is disgraced and her arms droop. The five skeletons now huddle together, arms intertwined. The knight roll on the floor laughing at the necromancer’s crushing failure.  
> Necromancer: I hate tiny family graveyards.
A short comic strip in four panels: Panel 1. In a misty, night‑time graveyard, among the cold stones of long‑abandoned graves, a beautiful young necromancer stands majestically with her staff. She faces a knight serious about engaging in a fight. > Necromancer: Muahahaha! Attacking a necromancer in a graveyard, you clueless fool! Panel 2. The necromancer raises her staff and arms, casting a spell that spreads luminous effects across the ground around her. Skeletons emerge from the graves. > Necromancer: Skeletons! Rise from the dead! Panel 3. The skeletons look at each other, some pat each other on the back, others hug, seemingly unaware of the necromancer's presence. A mix of disbelief and excitement ripples through them. In the background, the necromancer makes a horrified face: this isn’t the result she expected. > Skeleton 1 (an adult): Hey, kiddo? Is that you? > Skeleton 2 (a smaller one): Grandpa?! > Skeleton 3 (holding another’s hand like a lover): Come along, love, everyone's here. > Skeleton 4 (an elderly one, clutching its back): Hello, youth! Panel 4. The necromancer is disgraced and her arms droop. The five skeletons now huddle together, arms intertwined. The knight roll on the floor laughing at the necromancer’s crushing failure. > Necromancer: I hate tiny family graveyards.
A short comic strip in four panels:  

Panel 1. In a misty, night‑time graveyard, among the cold stones of long‑abandoned graves, a beautiful young necromancer stands majestically with her staff. She faces a knight serious about engaging in a fight.  
> Necromancer: Muahahaha! Attacking a necromancer in a graveyard, you clueless fool!  

Panel 2. The necromancer raises her staff and arms, casting a spell that spreads luminous effects across the ground around her. Skeletons emerge from the graves.  
> Necromancer: Skeletons! Rise from the dead!  

Panel 3. The skeletons look at each other, some pat each other on the back, others hug, seemingly unaware of the necromancer's presence. A mix of disbelief and excitement ripples through them. In the background, the necromancer makes a horrified face: this isn’t the result she expected.  
> Skeleton 1 (an adult): Hey, kiddo? Is that you?  
> Skeleton 2 (a smaller one): Grandpa?!  
> Skeleton 3 (holding another’s hand like a lover): Come along, love, everyone's here.  
> Skeleton 4 (an elderly one, clutching its back): Hello, youth!  

Panel 4. The necromancer is disgraced and her arms droop. The five skeletons now huddle together, arms intertwined. The knight roll on the floor laughing at the necromancer’s crushing failure.  
> Necromancer: I hate tiny family graveyards.
A short comic strip in four panels: Panel 1. In a misty, night‑time graveyard, among the cold stones of long‑abandoned graves, a beautiful young necromancer stands majestically with her staff. She faces a knight serious about engaging in a fight. > Necromancer: Muahahaha! Attacking a necromancer in a graveyard, you clueless fool! Panel 2. The necromancer raises her staff and arms, casting a spell that spreads luminous effects across the ground around her. Skeletons emerge from the graves. > Necromancer: Skeletons! Rise from the dead! Panel 3. The skeletons look at each other, some pat each other on the back, others hug, seemingly unaware of the necromancer's presence. A mix of disbelief and excitement ripples through them. In the background, the necromancer makes a horrified face: this isn’t the result she expected. > Skeleton 1 (an adult): Hey, kiddo? Is that you? > Skeleton 2 (a smaller one): Grandpa?! > Skeleton 3 (holding another’s hand like a lover): Come along, love, everyone's here. > Skeleton 4 (an elderly one, clutching its back): Hello, youth! Panel 4. The necromancer is disgraced and her arms droop. The five skeletons now huddle together, arms intertwined. The knight roll on the floor laughing at the necromancer’s crushing failure. > Necromancer: I hate tiny family graveyards.
Cori Walters draws in a round, cartoony style with a thing, clear line and solid black fills. They use a limited palette of blues and rosey-pinks.    Page 1   Narration: It all started that fateful day...      A cute, bottom-heavy girl wearing rimless glasses and shaggy black emo hair looks up at the viewer, touching the tips of her pointer fingers together in a shy way and blushing slightly.      "Do you think you could... hit me? In the bedroom?" She asks. "You don't have to, but I would really like it I think."      "Huh?!" Exclaims her partner, a taller person with blonde hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a complicated side shave. They wear a black t-shirt with the word "BAND" emblazoned on it and the sleeves and midriff roughly torn off, leaving behind a ragged edge. They also blush, though theirs is from being caught off guard and nervous. "I... could give it a try? I might have to back out pretty quickly though." A pink ribbon obscures the bottom of the page with the text "Read the rest on Oh Joy Sex Toy"
Cori Walters draws in a round, cartoony style with a thing, clear line and solid black fills. They use a limited palette of blues and rosey-pinks. Page 1 Narration: It all started that fateful day... A cute, bottom-heavy girl wearing rimless glasses and shaggy black emo hair looks up at the viewer, touching the tips of her pointer fingers together in a shy way and blushing slightly. "Do you think you could... hit me? In the bedroom?" She asks. "You don't have to, but I would really like it I think." "Huh?!" Exclaims her partner, a taller person with blonde hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a complicated side shave. They wear a black t-shirt with the word "BAND" emblazoned on it and the sleeves and midriff roughly torn off, leaving behind a ragged edge. They also blush, though theirs is from being caught off guard and nervous. "I... could give it a try? I might have to back out pretty quickly though." A pink ribbon obscures the bottom of the page with the text "Read the rest on Oh Joy Sex Toy"