At the Fortress of Unspeakable Dread, Lord Malachar the Inevitable rules with dramatic flair, long-winded monologues, and a management style best described as “theatrically neglectful.” His minions endure seventeen-hour workdays, questionable compensation (often turnips or nothing at all), dangerous assignments with no protective gear, and a cafeteria menu consisting entirely of something called the Gruel of Suffering. Malachar, for his part, considers all of this perfectly reasonable, largely because he has never considered it at all.
That changes when he discovers a formal notice under his door: his entire workforce has unionized.