Necrotopia

In the dawn of time ancient forces, both good & evil waged war on earth and in the heavens for a thousand kalpa.  

There was a prophecy foretold from time before time which stated, and I quote...(clears throat) “One chosen by the fates shall rise to bring peace & stability to a world engulfed in chaos and despair.  He...or she,...They shall bear the mark of fate”.  This game has nothing to do with that...or does it?

You play as a abused proletariat necromancer, propping up your bourgeoisie mentor through your toil, allowing him to achieve HIS ambitions off the back of your labor.  You do menial tasks with the  promise of someday becoming a powerful necromancer yourself(then things will be different).  Paying your dues and barely scrapping by only to have to resort to eating dirt (sometime literally).  Lately, you have been concerned, perhaps your supervisor...er master doesn’t appreciate all your valiant effort in his service.  Perhaps, he only sees you as a tool to be used & discarded.  After all in the world of Necromancy, it’s zombie eat zombie.  Soon, it may be necessitated to seize the means of zombie production.