|Locations||Globe Theatre Backstage|
|Hit Points||Scales, max 750|
|Attack||Scales, max 1000|
|Defense||Scales, max 1000|
|Monster Parts||head, arm, leg, torso|
Instead of "break a leg", he said "good luck!" He spoke about the Scottish Play by name. He whistled in the theater like a schmuck, and wore a peacock feather without shame. With actors, superstition's all the rage; this one scoffed, and died upon the stage.
He stabs you with the ghost of a dagger that they usually use as a prop in Mac-- I mean, "The Scottish Play". (spooky damage)
He scares you so badly, it takes several years off your life. Also, several hitpoints. (spooky damage)
He stabs you with a sword. Well, he stabs your soul with the ghost of a sword. It still hurts. (spooky damage)
He floats up into the catwalk and frightens an electrician, who drops his wrench on your head. (CRITICAL HIT!) Oof! Oof!
He stabs you with the ghost of a dagger, but it's the ghost of one of those prop daggers with the blade that slides into the handle.
He scares you so badly, it takes several years off your life. Fortunately, it's the ones at the end.
"We've only got five plays with ghosts in them," he grumbles. "Five! That's lifeism, is what that is. You know how many plays this guy wrote altogether? Thirty-seven!"
"In a row?" you gasp.
"I guess it's not all bad," he shrugs. "At least I get to play Hamlet's father whenever I want." (FUMBLE!)
|You acquire an item: ghostly dagger (% chance)*|
|You acquire an item: ghost beer (% chance)*|
Occurs at Globe Theatre Backstage.