Misadventures Megaboob Manor May 2026

She gestures to a locked door with a brass plaque:

Ah. It got you. Don’t worry. It wears off by dawn. Usually.

(nervous laugh) How bad could it be?

The descends a spiral staircase. She is tiny, hunched, and wrapped in a shawl—but her upper body is supported by a brass exoskeleton with two cantilevered counterweights.

He is met by , the skeletal, monotone housekeeper.

The alchemist laughs maniacally as he’s thrown into a pit. He raises a skeletal hand and screams: