Y442 "Arular":
once, there was a young adventurer who spent his days wandering the lands in search of treasure, fame, and friendship

he particularly liked to search for treasure in slimes, which were rather annoying to kill because they split into multiple slimes when attacked

as he was killing some slimes, an idea started to form in his head, and while this adventurer was seemingly a socially healthy productive member of society

sometimes, the draw of power beyond anything you could have imagined was just too much to resist

so he led a slime back to his house not too far away and trapped it behind a piece of furniture he seemingly had handy

with controlled slashes of his sword, he was able to split this one slime into many, all wriggling and writhing around in the space behind his dresser

but never reforming back together. always staying seperate

before long, he had a practically infinite blob of microscopic slimes all stored in the space behind his dresser.

once he was satisfied with his work, he marched into town, weapon slung over his back, a spring in his step, and if you paid close enough attention while passing him, the slightest gleam of mischief in his eye

he called together all the townspeople he could and briefly explained what he had done and just what was laying in wait in his house, again, not too far away. while one could take this as the oddity it was, maybe even learn something about the inhabitants of the world they lived in, our young adventurer had different plans

he spoke of the destruction he could unleash simply by moving a piece of wood a tile away from where it resided. of the waves of slime that would gush forth and threaten to wipe the town clean

being an adventurer, his demands were simple: wealth, good weapons, magical items, maybe even a nice supply of food and drink for his necessary migration away to where nobody knew his name

nobody believed him, though. they were simple folk, spending their days hardly leaving the confines of their town, leaving the business of exploiting the wilderness to those among them who had the muscle and bravery required to do so

so, being a man of his word, he returned to his house, moved his dresser, and what happened next is just about what you would expect.

his prophecies came to pass, and slime gushed forth, turning the town into nothing but a loosely held together blob of thick, green slime

all that could save it from its fate was the hand of a server administrator, who reset the world back to some semblance of its original state

some say he was emboldened by how close he got and used the lingering fear and uncertainty from the first great incident to finally see his demands carried out. others say the bug was fixed in time for such a thing to never, ever happen again. all we can say for certain is that town still stands to this day, not a trace of slime inside its walls save for the occasional lingering blob on a returning adventurer's weapon