You awaken alone in a field. Beneath you the ground is scorched. The grass around you is tall and wild. The wind is soft and warm. You were once a Grand Slime, the queen bee of a hive of slimes. Now you’re barely a fraction of your old self.
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You awaken alone in a field. Beneath you the ground is scorched. The grass around you is tall and wild. The wind is soft and warm. You were once a Grand Slime, the queen bee of a hive of slimes. Now you’re barely a fraction of your old self.