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Failure after failure, it stung as deep as his hunger pains. Reshy stared  up at the bright blue sky, bathing in its warmth with a tired resignation. His eyes affixed on the branches above him. It was a beautiful day, why did he think that? Also why did he seek to climb the tree or even think he could? What told him safety was up there.

He could smell a sweet aroma and after a moment of enjoying it glanced over to see the source, a yellow slime coming at him, then with a defeated sigh his head fell back down. He was too hungry, too tired, too confused. He was going to die.

That thought had the strangest feeling of déjà-vu, like he had it before. The whole situation was filled with a sick familiarity. Laying helpless with a severe pain in his leg, waiting to die. The slime was already over his foot and halfway to his knee, the pain it caused mimicking that of an impossible memory.

Not again, something snapped inside Reshy and he opened the flood gates to that desperate viscous hunger burning within. The sweet aroma only wildly intensifying it more. Savage and mindless he gave up thought to animalistic desire. 

This slime was trying to eat him, but not if he could eat it first! With unknown speed and strength, all at once he curled his leg and the slime came towards him, he wrapped his arms around it and opening his mouth wide he bit in. His ravishing hunger consuming him.