Dungeon Reset at Awesome Con 2026!

Are you curious what kind of trouble we got up to at Awesome Con? Well here is a recap of what we got up to when our Boss ordered us to Reset the Dungeon!

Two loyal servants of the fearsome Dread King — Ike, a mage of modest ambition, and Muggsley, a toymaker of considerable ingenuity — found their hard-earned vacation cut tragically short. Summoned before their dramatic employer, who delivered the grim news from atop a personal stage beneath a spotlight, they learned that adventurers had ransacked the dungeon they had worked so hard to build. With liability waivers signed, maps in hand, and the Dread King's parting gift of a single flower drifting to the floor behind them, the two minions descended into the depths aboard a lift serenaded by the worst fairy band in recorded history.

What they found below was a dungeon in shambles. Spikes stolen, fires reduced to a faint warmth, puzzle doors solved and left swinging open, boulders rearranged with a passive-aggressive sticky note, and a mirror maze barely holding its illusions together. Undeterred — and arguably inspired — Ike and Muggsley set about rebuilding each trap with considerably more creativity than before. Legos and thumbtacks replaced the missing spikes. A giant Easy-Bake Oven of melting army men took the place of the dying flames. Unsolvable fake locks and a philosophically satisfied sentient door guarded the puzzle hall. Sticky, judgmental Mr. Potato Head boulders now roamed their chamber with slow menace. And the mirror maze was repurposed into a mimic-staffed dating game show, complete with stage lighting, a grease trap, and a ticking timer for maximum existential dread.

But perhaps the most unexpected discovery lay at the dungeon's heart — a black box theater, occupied by none other than the Dread King's own daughter, performing to an empty house and nursing a complicated relationship with her father. With equal parts flattery and creative misdirection, the minions convinced her that her theater was an exclusive venue, enchanted a sign to compel adventurers inside, and even delivered her a first audience member: a bored halfling, freshly mesmerized by a fidget spinner. With a hot dog vendor staffed by a fire elemental — serving slightly spoiled wares — installed in the Hall of Fire as a parting touch, the two minions ascended back to the surface. Their report was met with the Dread King's theatrical approval, a quiet moment of fatherly feeling regarding his daughter, and the reward of three additional days of vacation. The dungeon, once ruined, now stood more deviously dangerous than ever. And the hot dog stand had yet to even open for business.