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Your party member who is left unprotected from the devastating Revelation should be guarded by a MAA or Houndmaster.

Bringing all 3 Talismans of the Flame is required in order to survive this fight.

This achievement is named after a scene from the film "This is Spın̈al Tap".

There is the "Mine Goes to 11" achievement for killing a Squiffy Ghast with a Jester.

Maddening Shanty is the only attack in the game which is programmed to target a specific hero class, the Jester, exclusively if you have him in your team.

This is despite only requiring to move 3 positions to always end up in the first and fourth positions after executing each move respectively.

Squiffy Ghast's attacks are programmed to move him forward and back 4 positions.

The Squiffy Ghast only appears in Champion level dungeons in the Cove.

This attack is guaranteed to target the Jester if you have one in your team. If there are only two enemies left on the field, including Squiffy Ghast himself, he will only use Maddening Shanty. However, Offkilter Jig also inflicts Horror on your heroes, dealing 5 Stress damage per round for the next 4 rounds. On its next turn it will then use Offkilter Jig to send itself to the backlines. On its first turn it will use Maddening Shanty to move itself to the front. The Squiffy Ghast starts battles off in the back ranks. The Squiffy Ghast fights with his madness-inducing music, sliding to the very front of the enemy ranks before unleashing a powerful piece that inflicts Horror upon its audience, much like how the player's own Jesters prepare and unleash their Finales. The Squiffy Ghast is an enemy that only appears in Champion-tier expeditions in the Cove. What fate then, for those hapless souls whose ill-charted course leads them to dance forever in the aphotic shadows? To sing and dance along to the tune of the tottering Squiffy Ghast is to quicken the heart to bursting and forsake all attachment to wholesome, surface-dwelling life. In these melodies there is no joy or reverie to be found, only madness and death. In the comfort of bright candlelight, mariners speak of briny corpses rising from the depths and taking up a barnacled bow to draw out faded memories of revelries long since past. When the moon waxes terrible, aethereal harmonies begin to cascade through the hollow grottos of the Cove and out into the surrounding environs, haunting the dreams of any and all who dwell nearby with visions of mossy crevices and the unspeakable horrors of the sea.