|You were walking down the Dry Reef. The hard rock against your shoes made a soft crumble sound, and the experience was overall enjoyable. The sounds of slimes filed the air, though the happy growls of slimes became that of worry. You could tell immediately....It was the Tarr. This Slime is a messed up transformation that occurs and turns the slime into a sludge filled with a swirling, prismatic array of colors , looks like a blob and has a relentless appetite..The Tarr saw you. It growled.|