The 2020 Sawbones Society

for Malpracticing Medics

No Questions, No Qualifications, No Refunds

The official representatives of the Coldwater Steampunk Festival


Whatever you do, don’t sneeze! 


Dr. Morphine, Mr. Ether, Nurse Clara Form, and the rest of your problematic faves return this August with eight more episodes about Ontario’s worst cottage hospital in Season 2 of THE SAWBONES SOCIETY. The degenerates you know and love go head to head with the brand new Asclepius Association, a secret group formed from real doctors (or so they claim) with one objective: bring down the Sawbones for good.

Binge Watch SEASON 1
 
Official Trailer     
Episode 1    Episode 2    Episode 3    Episode 4    Episode 5    Episode 6

Dr. Vera Morphine, Physician 


“What she lacks in credentials she makes up for in confidence. Not that it’ll help you, anyway.” 


Miss Vera [Redacted] was the daughter of a mortician, and watched her father work on bodies for years before she decided to take up the task herself on live patients. After a few mishaps and one untimely ended engagement, she fled the country, changed her name to Miss Morphine, and began passing herself off as a sketchy nurse selling sundries to suckers. Now, emboldened by gaining (if not earning) a medical license, she’s promoted herself to Doctor Morphine and founded the Sawbones Society for Malpracticing Medics. And if you believe any of that, you’re her perfect client.


Nurse Clara Form

            

“The last pretty face you’ll ever see.”


Nurse Clara Form is only incompetent at her job if you assume her job is nursing, and given as she’s the only fully qualified member of the society, you wouldn’t be the first. In reality, her saccharine exterior hides a sadistic centre. Nurse Clara Form only went to nursing school to gain access to the weak and learn to cover her tracks. She was very good at it too--till she realized most members of the Sawbones Society couldn’t tell the difference between someone who’s died of incompetent nursing and someone who’s been shot in the face. There’s been an upswing in ‘Exploding Face Disease’ ever since…

Mr. Edward Ether, Surgeon


“A man truly on the cutting edge of malpractice.” 


Originally Mr. Edwards, this surgeon grew up in the London shipyards, where his childhood task was climbing inside dangerous machinery to amputate trapped limbs. When he came of age, he applied for the Royal College of Surgeons. He used his student privileges to gain access to the anesthetic supplies, and began self-medicating with ether, gaining his professional title. After being expelled for removing the wrong limb off a gangrenous patient, he seduced an administrator and stole enough ether to render an auditorium unconscious. After so many years of surgery under the influence, he’s forgotten anything that ever made him qualified. Patients often make the mistake of thinking that the large tank of anesthesia he carries around is for them.

Miss Abby Sinthe, Apothecary


“Abby’s a true miracle worker--if she works, it’s a miracle.”


A true cockney and former costermonger, Miss Abby Sinthe quickly realized that it takes absolutely no medical knowledge or training to give unsolicited advice to the clearly infirm. She built up a clientele of desperate patients to charge for her opinion, and her opinion was always to purchase some of her miracle drugs. She mixes medicines and presses pills when she’s not sniffing her stash, and her most prized possessions are her beautiful Paris Green clothes. The arsenic dye really makes the colour pop.


Dr. Alexandra Heroin, Alienist


“She spent five years at the Wychwood Asylum for Wayward Women...in one role or another.”


Some people are born mad, some achieve madness, and some wind up in the hands of Dr. Heroin and her assistant. Her past is questionable, her motives are unknown (but likely deeply Freudian), and her methods are highly experimental. From lobotomies to shock therapy to ice baths and restraints, she’s willing to try everything once. People would leave with more psychoses than they came in with, if they ever left at all. She has quite the sense of humour though -- colleagues say she’s absolutely hysterical. 


Mr. Sy A. Nide, Resurrectionist 


“Mr. Nide’s discretion can be depended on. He’s very easily bribed.”


Mr. Nide began quite innocently with labour, digging ditches. He jumped ship to graves when he discovered people don’t bury their solid gold watches or diamond earrings in ditches. Content with minor thievery, he once again advanced in the criminal world when the Sawbones Society hired him as their resurrection and disposal man. He might think they’re more deranged than the average folk, but he’s not moral enough to object to finding cadavers for them to practice on, or burying the ones they create. In all honesty, he’s in it for the fancy title.

Ms. Murdina Strychnine, Leech Collector


"Whatever doesn't kill you

will require more leeches."


Unlike a true leech collector (hailing from Scotland), Ms. Strychnine hails from Ireland, born the daughter of a malpracticing medic mother whose medical knowledge was limited to ‘leeches’. She used to send her children out to the bogs to collect them. Ms. Strychnine was the toughest, so she alone survived the repeated blood loss. When her mother’s practice was shut down, she moved to stay with her cousin in Ontario and bumped into the Sawbones Society. Impressed by their ‘qualifications’ and ‘degrees’, Ms. Strychnine fails to realize how disreputable the society actually is, and spends most of her time trying to convince disgruntled patients about how lucky they are to be alive to complain.

Fun Medical Facts from 
Victorian Times

The hospital bug-catcher, who had the job of ridding the mattresses of lice, was paid more than a surgeon.

Fun Medical Facts from 
Victorian Times

Some surgeons carved notches into their saws for every limb they removed.

Fun Medical Facts from 
Victorian Times

Some hospitals billed patients booking in with their burial costs (with refunds given if you beat the odds and survived).

Fun Medical Facts from 
Victorian Times

Pus was thought to be a sign a wound was healing, because it was so common.

Fun Medical Facts from 
Victorian Times

Leeches were used for everything from intestinal discomfort to an inflamed uterus, internally and externally. Strings were threaded through their tails for easy retrieval if they crawled into an orifice.