A byline like Sir Bedivere the Mad is a statement of intent. So is a series called Bunny Girl Evolution. Between them they set the tone before a single chapter has played: this is fantasy written with its tongue plainly visible in its cheek, and it makes no apology for that.
Our catalogue files the work across fantasy, science fiction and general fiction, which in practice describes a story happy to raid all three for whatever it needs. The instalment listed here runs past seventeen hours, so the humour is carrying a genuinely long narrative rather than propping up a sketch.
What the pseudonym withholds, the running time supplies: a writer confident enough in the premise to spend most of a day on it.