Lobster Zombie

50% man, 50% lobster, 100% ready to eat your fucking brains.

A long time ago in a deep cave near the southern border of Acroshia , a man known as The Harvester had a terrible, terrible idea. While preparing a corpse for reanimating, a despicable thought formed in his head. In front of him he had the corpse of a man no older than thirty whose body had just started to rot, a few pieces of flesh had fallen off what used to be his face and his right arm had completely decomposed and started to crumble.

He had previously managed to detach limbs from living humans and added them to zombies and even though they had sometimes rejected the transplant, it was not something that stopped him from trying. One night, while working on one of his projects, an underling of his had managed to catch a lobster, almost the size of a man. He examined the specimen and after a few hours of working on it and the decomposing humanoid, he had managed to attach the arm of the creature to the man and thus was the first Lobsterzombie born. It was tough, armored, and much better at rending flesh with its abominable claws than it would have been with any mace or sword. The Harvester was pleased.