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.
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.
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