
Death has a new shape, and it is adorable.
You are a squishy little slime wearing a Reaper's cloak, dragging a scythe
three times your size. Slither through medieval villages devouring
everything smaller than you — bugs, peasants, chickens, knights, siege
engines, whole castles. Every bite makes you bigger, faster and hungrier,
until the map that once towered over you fits in your mouth.
Five growth tiers. Slapstick deaths. One finger to play.