Shovel. Crossbow. Repeat

<p><strong>Norman Reed (Not Reedus)</strong> is just a gravedigger. A simple man with a shovel a crossbow and absolutely no desire to deal with anyone else's problems-especially not the ones that crawl out of their graves without asking.</p><p>But in a world where people don't stay dead for long-thanks to a corrupted bureaucratically bloated respawn system-being a gravedigger is not just pointless... it's practically suspicious. Corpses return. Dungeons overflow. And somewhere deep beneath the earth something monstrous is waking up.</p><p>Norman doesn't care. Or at least he <em>tries</em> not to.</p><p>That is until the system breaks in his own backyard. Suddenly Norman finds himself the accidental recipient of an increasingly passive-aggressive quest a talking progress bar and a sidekick-a glitchy undead mess named Gary-7 who respawns wrong every time and thinks Norman is his dad his best friend or possibly a sandwich.</p><p>Now with a Ministry auditor breathing down his neck an ancient proto-core whispering in his skull and the fate of the respawn grid unraveling like cheap toilet paper Norman must do what no one else is willing to:</p><p><strong>Put things in the ground and make sure they stay there.</strong></p><p>But this isn't a hero's journey. Norman isn't chosen. He isn't brave. He isn't even particularly nice. He's just the last person left who remembers how to bury something properly.</p><p>And he's very very tired.</p><p><em><strong>Norman Reed (Not Reedus)</strong></em> is a darkly comic mashup of grim fantasy broken magic-tech and bureaucratic horror. </p><p>Expect:</p><ul><li>Improperly filed undead</li><li>Graveyard sarcasm</li><li>Corrupted dungeons with flesh walls</li><li>Highly illegal use of a shovel</li><li>Mild to moderate existential dread</li></ul><p>This is Book One of the <strong>Norman Reed (not Reedus)</strong> series.</p><p>It begins with a gravedigger.<br>It ends with something... else.</p>