A city where necromancy is legal and actually a part of every day society. So long as you follow a specific set of laws to make it seem a bit more ethical, you’re allowed to use it to do anything from helping you in a fight, to helping you run your business. In fact, there are entire shops or restaurants where the staff are undead. Laws to handle the undead could be things like:
• The corpses used cannot have flesh on them for sanitary reasons, especially in the case of businesses. Those who raise undead who are more than just bone will face a fine dependent on their situation.
• Similar to how people can donate their bodies to science, or donate their organs to those in need, people can choose to donate their bodies to necromancers before their death.
• If it is unknown if a person wished for their body to be donated after death, and they have been dead for 150+ years, you’re allowed to raise them. If next of kin is still alive, you must get permission from them first.
• You must take care of the undead in your charge. Keep them clean and unbroken. If one of them starts to get too much wear and tear, you are required by law to respectfully lay them back down to rest. Failure to do this will get you a hefty fine.
FULL TUTORIAL HERE Its on my patreon but its free to view so dont worry!
https://www.patreon.com/posts/glow-tutorial-11734922
The full tutorial has additional notes and tips on picking colours and stuff!
There are many ways to do a glow effect but this is what i use for most of my glowy art, i hope you find this helpful, let me know what other tutorials you’d like to see and if you have any questions on this as well! (Check the full ver before asking tho! Answer might be there!)
Re-use unfinished soups for the next customer? Lose your restaurant.
Very long post but worthy to read! A great recipe at the end.
This revenge story happened in the early 90s when I was working after school as a line cook / chef’s assistant at a Chinese restaurant. The place specialized in noodle soups, with the main attraction being our soup stock. The owner used a much revered passed down family recipe. It consisted of freshly cracked pork bones, fresh spices and fresh vegetables all kept at a rolling boil for over 12 hours. It had to be started the night before and the owner was very particular about the soup stock. If it ran out, then it ran out. He refused to ‘cheat’ as some places do by adding water or powdered stock etc.
Sinon: All of my life, people have been telling me what I can or can’t do!
Sinon: “Sinon, you can’t show your butt.” “Sinon, you can’t shoot people.”
Sinon: Well, today I’m gonna do both!
No more wrestling with right and wrong, good and evil. His hatred became the only law of the universe. Anger alone had meaning, and the only answer to anger was pain. Someone else's pain. Anyone else's pain.