Deep in an invented fantasy kingdom, a forest glade glows softly at dusk, and a crowd of small, bouncy slimes has wandered out of the mushrooms with nowhere to go. Pixel Willyrex, headset on and chat watching, offers to show them the way home and turns the walk into a quest of its own. Every slime that joins becomes a member of the Gooey Guild.
Magic potions bubble here and there on the moss, and each one he picks up brings another wobbling slime to the back of the line, which gets longer and a little quicker with every flask. A thick wall of leaves surrounds the glade, so one wrong turn ends the quest, and so does bumping into his own guild. Now and then a golden crown glints for a few seconds. How big can the guild grow before the moon is up?










