>The chosen one was supposed to defeat the dark Lichnomancer 500 years ago
>He failed and the Lichnomancer cast the world into darkness
>You live in squalor in one of the few remaining villages of the living trying not to gain the attention of the roaming zombie armies the terrorize the “lucky” survivors
>One day a carriage made of painted skulls and bones pulls into your village
>Everyone locks themselves in their homes but you’re too slow
>Out of the carriage step a 12’ Lich with a flaming skull and black robes, his 9’ staff adorned with a gem the colour of souls on top
>"HUMAN, I HAVE COME HERE FOR ONE REASON AND ONE REASON ALONE. SUBMIT AND I MAY SPARE THIS VILLAGE IF ONLY OUT OF DISINTEREST"
>Shaking with fear you manage to croak out a “What?”
>The Lich slams his staff on the ground and around you forms a basketball court made of blood and bone, nets made of sinew and dried skin.
>The moon disappears from the sky- no wait, it just shrunk. It begins to fall from the sky, and lands bouncing in front of you
>The Lich picks up the moon and passes it to you, its wight no more than that of a mere basketball
>The Lich addresses you again his voice makes your blood run cold
>"I CAME HERE TO JAM"
COME ON AND SLAM AND WELCOME TO THE JAM