Misadventures: Megaboob Manor

Later that day, I ventured into the manor's east wing, seeking to uncover the secrets of the mysterious Room 314. As I entered, I noticed something peculiar: the toilet was gone. Vanished. Poof. I searched high and low, but there was no sign of the porcelain throne. That was, until I heard a faint flushing sound coming from within the walls. It seemed the manor had a rather... creative approach to plumbing. Let's just say I won't be recommending the facilities at Megaboob Manor anytime soon.

So, if you ever find a dusty jewel case at a garage sale with a cartoonishly busty manor on the cover, buy it. Play it. Lose yourself in its seven nonsensical acts. Just remember: when you reach the room with the grandfather clock and the jar of pickles, do not, under any circumstances, trust the ottoman. misadventures megaboob manor

Standing there was the butler, Beecham. He was a man of terrifying proportions, seven feet tall and built like a brick outhouse. Later that day, I ventured into the manor's