Floyd/Stereotypes

	Look. You're alive. I'm dead. Leave me alone. Part of the payoff of dying was that I don't have to deal with you anymore./The Quick only care about one thing! Themselves! No matter what they say or do, they will stomp all over you. Ignore them! And watch how they pout and scamper. See?
	The Skeletal Legion had archives on these guys. Necromancers, first. Sister fuckers, second. Mass conscription agent, third. Why? STDs. It's what happens when you fuck undead./Don't trust 'em as far as you can see them, Floyd! And always sick the Barghests on their servitors! Watch them squirm from afar. It's fun!
	They're all fucking necromancers. Who cares what style it is?/There is only one thing you can trust about them, Floyd! They will try to conquer you if you let them. Whether they call themselves wise or not! They're still Quick!
	You know? Being dead and all? It ain't all bad. Everyone down here is open about how much they are looking out for themselves. Oddly enough, people tend to work like they are too. Makes life more predictable, more pleasant./I'm so happy you finally got out of the Legions. It's just like any system among the Quick. All they want is to control you! Burn it all down, and then take everything they own. Plasm too!
	I know a few of these. I don't understand why they need to be so...I dunno...secret? They definately got the whole Clark Kent 'i'm not a wraith and stand out like a sore thumb but let me tag along without talking about myself!' syndrome down pat./Kill them while they aren't looking. They want to die enough to come down here after all. You'd be doing them a favor!
	I have heard some about these people, but not enough to make any conclusions. But I mean their Quick, so how good can they be?/Touche.