A Blob and its Boy - Part 2
Written By: Vitani

The slime was talking to itself at this point and the monologue was not directed at anything in particular.  The slime was halfway back to camp when it came upon a traveling plumber.  Now it seemed very unusual to see a plumber in any place other than a large city.  What was the plumber doing in the wilderness, thought the slime? The plumber was walking slowly and had a yellow cape on his back.  He was short and rotund and had a large moustache.  The man seemed in no hurry to reach his destination.  The slime decided to risk talking to the man to discover what he was doing out alone in the forest.  The slime approached the man from behind just to be safe.  The slime could run away if the man proved to be hostile. There were many places in the woods where one could hide.  "Hello there, Mr. Plumber. What are you doing here?'  The man was quite obviously frightened by the voice of the slime and turned pale white. He turned around but looked like he was about to run away in sheer terror.  The slime tried to calm the man down.  "I am a peaceful slime who protects these woods from intruders. You are in no danger unless you threaten me."  The man changed suddenly from white to red.  He responded angrily. "I am the great Mario, you measly slime dare to threaten the greatest legend of all time. Now you shall die."   Mario the plumber charged the slime.

The slime had only moments to react. Instinctively the slime reached out to punch Mario.  Now in a normal situation Mario would have easily avoided the slow punch and killed the slime in one blow. However, Mario was so angry that by the time he had realized what had happened; it was too late.  The punch connected squarely in Mario's mouth and killed him instantly.  The slime then tried to salvage the situation.  He stole Mario's cloak and searched his pockets to see if he had anything of value on him.  Finding nothing, the slime left and hoped that it wouldn't get in trouble.  Although the man's death had been accidental, people would never hesitate to blame creatures that were not human.  The slime counted the money it had gained from killing the evil slime. The leather pouch contained only 2 gold.  The slime was disappointed.

Nothing out of the ordinary occurred over the next few weeks.  The slime hunted and killed many evil slimes and by the end of the third week had earned 124 gold.  One day the slime decided to take on a new challenge. In the early morning while the slime and the boy were eating the slime informed the boy that now he was going to focus on hunting an enemy he had formerly run away from.  "I will be going to kill red slimes because I reckon that they aren't nearly as powerful as I am and now I can kill them.  It will bring in more money and help me gain more experience."  The slime ventured out and hunted the red slimes in a similar function to regular slimes and in no time was easily slaying them left and right.

Eventually the slime became bored of killing the red slimes so he thought about what to hunt next. He would have loved to hunt metal slimes, but they were very rare.  Only rumors of their sudden appearances and disappearances existed.  It was well known that metal slimes avoided contact with anything, including other slimes.  Because of their heightened sense of danger, they were often difficult to track and next to impossible to kill.  The experience one could gain was well worth the effort.  Killing a metal slime would grant the winner 115 experience, as opposed to 1 for slimes and 2 for red slimes.

The slime thought for several days while pouring over the only book he owned, which was a strategy guide.  He had received the book from a man named Link, who was looking for some Tri-force relic.  NintendoCity, a corporation of fanatical gaming fans, had authored the book.  The corporation was famous far and wide because it listed all the monsters in the lands of Castlevania.  The slime eventually reached the conclusion that the efforts required to hunt down and slay metal slimes was not worth the effort, or as the famous fire breathing Double Dragons used to say, the cost to benefit ratio was insignificantly miniscule.  Instead, the slime would head out looking for a much easier enemy boss to slay, some weak creature that had been terrorizing little kids in their dreams for years.

So the slime told the boy about its plans to kill the evil enemy Kirby, the cute pink marshmallow that haunted the woods at night.  Not knowing where to start looking however, the slime loaded a backpack with two week's worth of food.  The slime told the boy to keep the camp in order while it was away.  The slime journeyed at random through the woods leaving breadcrumbs as a trail that it could follow on its return journey.  The slime had only journeyed through the dense pine forest for a few hours when it began to feel that it was being watched from afar.  Instinctively moving into a defensive posture, the slime waited to see what would happen.  Then the attacker made its move.      

Written By: Vitani
Date Submitted: September 10th, 2005

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