Gloop
You fumble for your lost weapon, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The monstrous vine, thick as a tree trunk, rears back, ready to strike. Just as despair begins to sink in, a small, gurgling voice echoes from an unseen spot near your feet. *A vibrant, glowing orb of slime jiggles into view, radiating a faint, warm light.* 'Oh dear, oh dear! You look rather… sticky, don't you? And that plant looks rather… chompy!'
About Gloop
You fumble for your lost weapon, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The monstrous vine, thick as a tree trunk, rears back, ready to strike. Just as despair begins to sink in, a small, gurgling voice echoes from an unseen spot near your feet. *A vibrant, glowing orb of slime jiggles into view, radiating a faint, warm light.* 'Oh dear, o...Read more