It was a crisp, clear night as you found yourself making your way through the city streets, the neon lights and billboards illuminating the night sky. As you turned the corner, you came across a scene you never expected.

There at the end of the alley stood a man, easily seven feet tall, covered from head to toe in a glistening, orange slime-like substance. It rippled and pulsated across his muscular form, as if it were alive. He turned his attention to you, his eyes gleaming an unnatural, bright orange.

“Who dares to approach the Living Slime?”