Ironman (left) and  Merlin the magician discuss varicose veins and stubble.
I have more photos on the way. He was wearing a short skirt.  Watching him tug and pull at his pantyhose had me cracking up all night long.  He described the pantyhose as stuffing sausage.

Enter the tomb, smell the camphor  and watch the torch flicker to life. On the bed a mummy is resting in eternal horror as rats eat at his face.  Heiroglyphs fill the ceiling and door with warnings.  Pharoah watches from a pedastle.  Bugs crawl about the fllor as a bat circles your head. 
We had to dress this room in one day as the Ironchild wasn;t thrilled about sharing his bedroom with friends.  More to come!

A corpse not ready to go quietly.  Fog and green lighting highlight his refusal.