So this is an illustration of my D&D character, my swashbuckler, Who also has an undead arm. (It’s the right one) Basically this is the story of what happened. We (all of the party members) were hanging out one day in the “real world” the moon explodes the sky goes blood red electronics don’t work anymore. And now the area is crawling with zombies, so we find big bad creepy writing in the lobby of our apartment building, and go to the place where it tells us to we get attacked by zombie birds I take the grunt of the damage. We end up getting transported to the D&D realm. So I am actually myself only thinner with an undead arm and a charisma score of 29. There are more stories to come I promise. If you can't tell we're a group that plays just to have fun. we have an awesome DM who is super great.