I was planning to drop off my decent gear, grab my trusty stone axe and wonder off into the outback.
I never made it through my own base before I was ambushed by the green squelching mass.
They escaped the saws of my grinder and came for me. My longsword swished and scythed in vein as the slimes evaded my frantic hacking. Pounding. Even as the ominous purple sheen from my blade splattered a few across the stone floor they kept pounding and bouncing off my glowing armour. Wearing me down before executing the final kill. Foolish thoughts of a stone axe lie forgotten by my broken body.
Trying to retrieve my stuff, I saw movement in a water channel below me. No idea how it got in there as the channel is sealed [glass roof]. I gleefully awaited for its demise in the incinerator but it jumped back up- trying to get me. I may need to redesign a few things if I wish to continue living in this swamp.