After the Teufort Nine's recent attack on the Wizard Merasmus went... awry, they find themselves occupying strange bodies in a strange land. Without their hats.

Meet Mortimer. Mortimer is a twenty-one-year-old male. He was born in England blah blah blah. What you need to know is this: The bicycle helmet didn't help much. Oh, and he's just woken up in a strange forest. Life is strange. Lives are stranger.

Being the informative and distressing chronicles of Midnight Sparkle, following the aftermath of the unknown pathomagical affliction.

When you wind up Jack-In-The-Box, he jumps out screaming and flailing. Why is Jack so angry? Does he not like being cooped up in the box? Maybe it's strange faces he doesn't like. Some people are like that, Mr. B. They don't like anything new.

Being the notes of Dr. Open Atlas on the behavioural patterns and physical trauma caused by an unknown pathomagical affliction.