Into the Slime Pit

By Min Lungelow

In the land of Telluria, there are whispers of a place only referred to as the Slime Pit, a place said to be so vile that every slime creature across the land originates there. For years, explorers have searched for it's whereabouts, with little success.

Velarosa stumbled into it by accident. Beset upon on all sides by dangerous cave beasts, he barely manages to drag himself inside, only to be thrown before the mercy of the Slime Queen and forced into manual labor. Cut off from the outside world, he must learn to live in a world of slime.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Min Lungelow
• Release date: Mar 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301224753

Min Lungelow

Min Lungelow was born in the distant year of 1990 in the mystical land of St Paul Minnesota. Since an early age he has loved to craft stories through text and his drawing abilities. He is currently pursuing a communications major with a focus in multimedia, and hopes to receive a degree soon. In his spare time, he loves to play all sorts of games with his friends, and even has a couple tabletop and computer games of his own in development, many of which serve as inspiration for their own fantastical stories.

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Into the Slime Pit

By Min Lungelow

Copyright 2013 by Min Lungelow

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Stumbling Through the Dark

Chapter 2 – She Had Plans for Me

Chapter 3 – A Good Day

Chapter 4 – Turnabout

Chapter 5 – Kit-Sitting

Chapter 6 – A Private Talk

Chapter 7 – Making a Big Deal Out of It

Chapter 8 – What Will You Do Outside?

Bonus – Slime Character Art

-1- Stumbling Through the Dark

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Battered and bleeding, I hobbled through the caves – Hordes of angry goblins had been chasing me for what felt like hours, now, and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to outpace them for long. I could hear them behind me – a mass of tiny barefoot steps and barbarically crafted weapons scraping along the rough cave walls. My sword in my right hand and my left clutching my bleeding sides I continued diligently. They were almost upon me, and their vision in these tunnels was far better than my own – with little but the light of a crystal lantern hanging from my belt to guide me.

The caves seemed to go on forever, winding this way and that. The cave system was massive, I’d taken more turns that I could remember, and even if I did survive this ordeal, I’d probably have to dig my way back to the surface or die starving underground. My vision began to get hazy as I stumbled forward, nearly dragging my left leg. I turned briefly to check behind me – a grave mistake. The caves seemed clear, but my next step dropped me into a sharply sloped pit. I left a messy smear of blood as my body scraped down the rocky incline. I don’t know how far I fell, but when I finally landed like a bloody ragdoll I looked up to find that by the grace of some god I’d found an exit – a worked stone doorway leading into a lit section of caves.

I don’t know if it was the delirium that my mind was awash with, or the naïve hope that maybe one of the denizens of the dark caverns would be willing to help, whether out of pity, payment or much more desperate measures. I pulled myself to my feet using one of the rough stone walls and shambled into the doorway, leaning against the side to support myself. The light grew brighter, and so did my hopes, a weak smile even creeping onto my face. The long shamble through that short tunnel lead me into a wide chamber with a high ceiling and a spiral path that dug deeper into the earth. I’d just begun to work my way down it before a loud crash, and a horrifying cry broke my fragile concentration.

OUTSIDER! an angry, vaguely female and oddly burbling voice yelled to someone I presumed wasn’t me, and coming up the path I saw a group of creatures – at first I thought I could reason with them, maybe they would be willing to talk before ripping chunks out of me and having me in a gamey stew – but then they became clearer… Literally. A mass of translucent slimes glorped up that stone path at me, and I drew my blade with a shaky hand. I uttered the only appropriate word for the situation.

Shit. I shambled determinedly toward them. They were odd for slimes, their bodies shaped into vaguely humanoid forms, their liquid bodies propelling them like angry jelly molds at me, some wielding honest to gods metal weapons, while other seemed to have hardened their goo into wicked edged implements.

Tired from my ordeals, I managed to fight them off for what I want to remember as at least 10 minutes, parrying and riposte-ing their clumsy, untrained sword strikes with what was left of my strength. They, however, outnumbered me more than a hundred to one, and I knew I couldn’t last forever. I felt the sting of warm goo once or twice before I managed to scoot myself back toward the entrance to the slime-filled pit. I raised my sword to swing down at the one leading the mob, but my already hazy vision decided right then was a good time to cut out on me – I blacked out to the muffled sound of them gathering around my body, and I could just vaguely feel their warm slime beginning to envelop me…

I awoke some time later in less pain than earlier, but still much more than I’d like. I was in some sort of small, dark room lying against something remarkably comfortable. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I took a look at myself and made a startling and confusing discovery. My wounds were bandaged – sort of. Thick bands of blue gel kept my blood where it belonged, their grip comfortably warm and uncomfortably tight. I immediately tried to stand, but my arms wouldn’t move. I turned my head to make sure they were still there, and to my pleasant surprise they were – with even more of that blue goo wrapped tight around them. I sighed and flopped back against whatever I was laying on – it wobbled like something of a waterbed. Then yelled at me.

Don’t even THINK of trying to escape, fleshie! Came a surprisingly upset voice from somewhere behind or under me. I wasn’t sure whether to be panicked or insulted, so I went ahead and did both. Looking around frantically for the source of the voice, I suddenly felt that goo clinging so tightly to my body growing quite a bit tighter, restricting me very effectively when I realized I was nearly completely covered in the stuff.

I craned my neck to look back and discovered something possibly more alarming: The thing I’d been laying on was a prison guard, and this was my prison. The blue and surprisingly busty gel girl towered over me – an easy feat considering I was on my back. It seemed, however, that she was both my jailer and my savior, as after a bit more indignant wiggling I found that the more annoyed she looked, the tighter the bandages holding my sloppy red life-goo in became. I spent an embarrassingly quiet five minutes trying to come up with something witty or attractive to say, but given the situation all I could manage was Uuunnngh. This was mostly a gasp of pain as she loosened her grip on me and all of those little cuts and scrapes stung like hell for just too long for my liking – that is, any period of time beyond none.

Don’t move, you idiot. She lectured me perfectly in my own language. Your wounds are terrible. Her tone was more matter-of-fact than concerned, but in my current predicament I was mostly just glad not to be slime-food… though I couldn’t be sure how long that would last.

How long was I-

Three days – It was almost like she could read my mind – maybe she could read my mind – I hope she couldn’t read my mind. Three days… that’s a long time to be in