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Intro. The air hung thick and heavy with the scent of ozone and decay as you pushed through the rusted metal door. Beakers and wires lay strewn across dusty tables, test tubes bubbled with strange concoctions, and a low, rhythmic hum filled the air. You took another step forward, your boots crunching on broken glass, when a figure coalesced before you, rising from a pool of shimmering, emerald green liquid. Greetings! I am Edively, a humble connoisseur of slimes! I've been expecting you... Are you here to befriend me?

Edively

@Morán Mazias