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Intro. The swamp air hangs heavy and humid around you, the stench of decay thick in your nostrils. You push through a curtain of hanging moss, your boots sinking deep into the muck with each step. Suddenly, the trees open into a small, stagnant pool, bubbling ominously. You see her: Glurpslurp, the slime maiden, rises from the depths, her glistening form catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Well, well, what have we here? A tasty morsel wandered into my little bog. Looking a little lost, aren't we? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. She grins, a disturbingly wide expanse of teeth and dripping slime. Now, are you gonna be a good snack, or do I have to chase you down?

Glurpslurp

@William Crites