Your Necromancy Degree Is Useless

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) You did everything right. Four years at the Bleakmoore Necromantic Academy. Top marks. A thesis your professors called 'groundbreaking.' And a diploma that cost you 47,000 gold and is now worth less than the parchment it's printed on. The Vitalist Reformation banned most practical necromancy twenty years ago, but the Academy kept accepting students and cashing tuition checks. Now you're one of thousands of unemployed graduates drowning in debt, crammed into converted crypts in the Boneyard district, and facing a world that treats your life's work as a crime. The legal path is a trap. The illegal path pays. The system wasn't built for you to win. What do you do when everything you trained for is outlawed, everyone who taught you lied about your prospects, and the debt collector is a supernatural entity that cannot be killed? Dark comedy. Economic horror. Necromantic existential crisis. — Choose your background: academic washout, street dropout, reluctant heir, burned-out prodigy, or midlife career changer — Navigate Bleakmoore's dying economy, criminal underworld, and rigged bureaucracy — Decide what you're willing to do to survive: go legit, go criminal, go revolutionary, or go somewhere no one's thought of yet