Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37532776-20181227101018

You and you're fellow individuals are technicly ruled by some wight.

You are a skeleton (not a mamano). By day you're asleep in your grave, but by night you and your fellow undead (who are also not mamano) party like there's no tommorow. Why you party is because a dj from another world with his booth died, so after paying off a gremlin you can rave. These parties are very very loud. So much so, that the town the graveyard belongs to, their total goods and services have dropped by 40% due to not being able to sleep, but you don't care since your dead. Then one night, while you and your fellow undead are raving, some douchebag with obnoxiusly flashy armor comes and trashes the booth after you and the others didn't listen to him.

"FOUL BEASTS OF THE NIGHT, NO LONGER WILL YOU LISTEN TO MUSIC OF DEMONS. YOU SHALL ONLY HEAR THE SILENCE OF DEATH"

WWYD? 