The swamp. Home to oak trees with hanging vines, witches, their cats, other random mobs, and most importantly- slimes!

Packs of green cubes pop up from the earth and the water, swimming to shore so they can hop to their hearts' content. With the full moon out, many many slimes would be in the swamp tonight.

One of these slimes spawned a bit further from the others. Alone, under a tree, with its view obscured by vines. It almost goes to hop towards its friends, but a rustling noise from behind makes it turn around.

A person! A person! Those weren't supposed to be here!

The slime hopped towards them, with murderous intent. It was already planning what to do: hit them over and over again until they died! Or, if this wretched intruder managed to split them into smaller pieces, hop into their lungs and drown them. Whichever was more convenient.