They would sometimes ignore them, even without his command. His zombies did not always eat the corpses. Not only was Smooth Jazz angry, he was confused too. The zombies shambled listlessly around Smooth Jazz as he thought. He eyed them the same way loving parents might look upon their naughty child. But they completely ignore commands to avoid corpses. They even attack whatever I tell them to. He sat on the floor chewing raw newt meat. Why do they torture me so? He seethed, assessing his witless slaves. His army would have been significantly larger if the fresh corpses weren't so hastily devoured by his followers. Smooth Jazz managed to brutally slaughter the remaining inhabitants of the entire dungeon level, resulting in a sizable army of seven assorted zombies. Be sure to read from the first post, you can find it here.
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