[Started for HereThereBeTreasure's Fast Food Front Page Challenge, aka the trash race, and then the author realized she bit off a bit more than she could chew]

What happens when necromancer barbie gets to run the dungeon? Maybe this.

Level seven is a perfectly respectable level for a Necromancer, but Graverra Greame wants more. After a lifetime of being horribly misunderstood by her peers, glitching into an undiscovered and underlevelled dungeon presents her with a marvelous opportunity to advance; Make a pact with the enigmatic and infuriating dungeon core to become a core herself and spend her days in wedded dungeon mistress bliss…

But running a dungeon isn't always easy; Between an emotionally stunted husband who still won't swap out his avatar for a human body, some bitchy celestial entity for a mother in law breathing down their necks, on top of all the usual worries of being mistress of your own pocket dimension… What's a girl to do?

This is a tongue in cheek tale about a necromancer turned dungeon core and her dungeon based woes.

May Contain...Necromancy for aesthetics sake (no, there shouldn't be bones there, but it looks neat)Some really stupid innuendosWe all know it's a sham marriage, but try and tell Graverra that (this is what the kids might call Toxic Romance)Yes, the chapter titles are clickbaitThe author has also never run a successful dungeon before, we're all trying here!An unreliable narrator (really? you're gonna take Graverra's POV as fact?)

Desperately trying to maintain a regular update schedule again!