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Goop has a minion!
Slime the Hexling
Slime the Hexling
Goop
Legacy Name: Goop
The
Common Experiment #76166Owner: Cthulhu
Age: 17 years, 4 months
Born: November 17th, 2008
Adopted: 16 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 26th, 2009
Statistics
- Level: 17
- Strength: 43
- Defense: 43
- Speed: 40
- Health: 40
- HP: 34/40
- Intelligence: 50
- Books Read: 50
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
GOOP: A sticky wet viscous substance.
It's dark. It's cold. It's smiling at you. Steam rolls off of it in sick, putrid fumes.
I DON'T BITE, FLESHLING. I DEVOUR. DO NOT WORRY.
The shadows on the walls speak to you, the haze of black broken only by the distinctive glint of pearly white teeth. There's no time given to ask what it is, what it wants, or why you're here, or how you even came to be in this black abyss in the first place. There are screams somewhere- gurgled and inhuman, the noise drowned out as the once-solid walls collapse around you, sloughing off in black, tarry sheets. There is no thinking afterwards.
You are not the first. And you certainly won't be the last. The newspaper the next day is the only evidence left in the world that you ever even existed at all.
"MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCES CLAIM EIGHT: NUMBERS EXPECTED TO RISE"
(Full background coming for this guy later. I love him, and he deserves something special to show my gratitude for getting to adopt him.)
It's dark. It's cold. It's smiling at you. Steam rolls off of it in sick, putrid fumes.
I DON'T BITE, FLESHLING. I DEVOUR. DO NOT WORRY.
The shadows on the walls speak to you, the haze of black broken only by the distinctive glint of pearly white teeth. There's no time given to ask what it is, what it wants, or why you're here, or how you even came to be in this black abyss in the first place. There are screams somewhere- gurgled and inhuman, the noise drowned out as the once-solid walls collapse around you, sloughing off in black, tarry sheets. There is no thinking afterwards.
You are not the first. And you certainly won't be the last. The newspaper the next day is the only evidence left in the world that you ever even existed at all.
"MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCES CLAIM EIGHT: NUMBERS EXPECTED TO RISE"
(Full background coming for this guy later. I love him, and he deserves something special to show my gratitude for getting to adopt him.)
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