So I was standing in the middle of a battlefield. Utter chaos everywhere, I had no idea what either side was fighting for, other than their life.
In front of me was the stone altar of my beloved goddess Wana, the ogre Deity of disease, the hunt and slaughter.
On the altar, sickened and in chains was a guy I dragged off the battlefield.
Beside me stood a troll and a satyr, my fellow priests.
With a didgeridoo we summoned the angels of Wana. Rats!
Swarms of rats rushed over the battlefield. Infecting people left and right from either side.
At my call they savaged my sacrifice to my brutal goddess.
At the high point of the ritual I jumped on the altar and with the swarm around me I devoured the man's soul. After that everything went dark. While my mortal body was consumed by the Murinae Sea, I stood in the long halls of Wana, among the parties and orgies of the deceased following of her splendor. But by her grace I arose as the undead the next morning. Full of praise and questions for my goddess. Who supposedly loathes the living dead.

So yes, I had a very fun weekend.