I love a good chuckle as much as the next wizened old alchemist, but the reviews are in and the mirthcreant gets two knobby, arthritic thumbs way down. They sure appear to be having a grand time, as they reflect your attacks back at you, use their arcane nonsense to control your every movement, and bounce giddily around you while peppering you with bolts of colorful magic. But I've always hated audience participation, which is why I try to dispatch these grinning imbeciles quickly and without a shred of mercy. There is a special place in the nine hells for cheaters and comedians, and these impish wretches are both.
