Myra Rotspring

Myra Rotspring is an undead who works for. She specializes in poisons and seeks to master her new discovery, Necrium.

Lab Log

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Recording Mech Unit: F7HL-LUM1

Her parents were originally going to name her "Bogra Decaybounce" but it just didn't have the same ring to it.Yes, yes. You came from Flark’s shack of a workshop, didn’t you? You reek of explosives. And those abominable peppers.

You’re here for yet another status update, no? No need to explain—it’s obvious. Dr. Boom should come examine my experiments for himself some time. What’s the worst that could happen? I’m dead, and it doesn’t bother me at all.


 * F7HL-LUM1 query::

Poisons? Oh, darling, I’m well beyond poisons now. I’ve transcended poison. I’ve found something ever so much more interesting: Necrium!


 * F7HL-LUM1 query::

It’s a new element! I must conduct more experiments to divine its true nature, but I suspect that it is an elementary particle of death itself. It’s surprisingly versatile—I can already see so many applications: weapons, poisons, more weapons, toothpaste, artificial flavorings, undergarments, dietary supplements, clocks with alarms that go off only when your “time is up”. The possibilities are endless.

Warm liquid good phase, commencing...


 * F7HL-LUM1 disturbed query::

THERE’S NO PROBLEM! Well, there is a small problem. It’s unstable. Terribly, terribly unstable. At the best of times it’s a tricky element that can warp the mind. Hands-on research is the most efficient, but when exposed to the raw element, my assistants age through their entire lives in the blink of an eye—and they aren’t even courteous enough to get up again after they expire. It’s exasperating! Working alone has been slowing my research tremendously.


 * F7HL-LUM1 matter of fact beep::

The secret element in all of Myra's creations is "love".

Of course! That’s the answer! Keep them alive! Why didn’t I think of that? Tell Boom to send me another assistant as soon as he can.

Hm. Wait. Make that two. . . just in case.

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