I hate Slimes.
Today was not a good day.
I got separated from Darius in battle today, and was eaten by a slime and died - quite horribly, in case you were interested - in its digestive juices, and then was resurrected after the party killed it. Then I started hearing voices, so the revenant vampire, Dominic, in our party bit me and drank some of my blood to see what was happening. Turns out that the slime invaded my brain and was talking to me and growing in my skull. To get rid of that, the captain had to kill me, and Dominic raised me as a zombie - this drove out the slimes, and the party immediately killed them. The party then killed the zombie me, and finally resurrected me as myself again.
I hate slimes, I hate being digested, and I hate getting bitten by revenant vampires, I hate being a zombie (or a green skeleton, but that’s another matter entirely), and I hate having to get resurrected.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go throw out all of my shampoos and body washes and replace them all with BAR soaps. Also throwing out all the aloe vera, jams and jellies, and olive oil in the house. Dammit, I hate slimes!