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Extracts of the Toxic Cesspit
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Ongoing, First published Sep 13, 2024
Every slime has a story, whether they remember it or not.

A collection of excerpts in a fanon story based on Phisnom's idea of what the "substance" is. None of this is official in any way; me and about 12 other people created slime characters and hit the ground running from there.

Disclaimer: Most if not all of the excerpts are taken from specific moments and will not make much sense as there is very little context. 

Never abandoned, always procrastinating.

I'd like to thank the people who encouraged me as I wrote this, and I'd like to thank Phisnom for giving me some great inspiration.

This is a different interpretation from whatever official lore Phil Phisnom eventually comes up with when the time comes
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