NecroFodder

The NecroRegistrar

"Well," the man with iron-gray hair says, peering at you through his spectacles. "Are you one of the prisoners, or are you...a volunteer?" He cackles and cracks open a large book. "Eh, doesn't matter, you all end up in the same place. Let's get you registered..." On the pages of the book you can see rows and rows and rows of names, each with a neat check mark next to them...

"Write your name down here," the Registrar says. "We do like to keep track of things."

The Registrar gestures, and a burly guard pulls out a crate filled with battered items. "We won't be sending you down there empty-handed, of course," he says, eyes glittering. "You can pick out one of these...tools to help you."