1 Blobs Of War

Some argue that our memories form the essence of our identity, shaping our identity from the earliest stages of life. This concept is rooted in the notion of self-awareness or the ego. Imagine, for a moment, if someone were suddenly transported to a completely unfamiliar location, far removed from their previous surroundings. Initially, they would find themselves a jumbled set of memories over the first few months of their existence.

That was the rather perplexing situation he had found himself in. Initially roaming the vast sea of memories seemed hopeless but what he assumed to be the birth of a new consciousness changed everything. Using his experiences over the last few months of being what amounted to a slime ghost he pushed his way through the horde that was the fragments of a former ego, a past sense of self, all driven insane by the lack of self. He started to believe himself unique, a cut above his kin. The formation of a new consciousness was like a dinner bell summoning all of the fragments as they knew this would allow them to form a new sense of self.

Pushing his way forward as he devoured his lesser kin to enlarge himself to allow him to push in the front. This was where the most intelligent of his kin waited as they worked together to stave off the vermin from ruining it by devouring it early. A few lashes of his tentacles allowed him to gain their approval as they roped him into doing his fair share of swatting. As the bud neared completion less and less lashes were thrown out and more were devoured as the time to duke it out was arriving that all except one slime ghost.

Subverting all expectations he stopped protecting his post and severed part of himself to fit in with the crowd. Using this method came with its disadvantageous as he could be devoured at any time to fuel another or be beaten by another one of his dimmer brothers or a theory he had cooked up about the requirement for taking over the bud but he thought it was worth it as he believed cunningness required fortitude. Starting the race for his existence once as blob warfare was enacted around him as large blobs ate small ones and small ones used their base instinct to form hordes to just devour their large ones. Battles were won and lost all around him as all pretenses were shed as it was every blob for itself.

Without fear, he leaped into the midst of the hordes, despite his small stature. He quickly adapted to his form's abilities in combat, using his tendrils to tear apart blobs into shards and his spikes to puncture opponents and rapidly suck them in. This arms race escalated the war, but he discovered how to use his essence as fuel, which greatly enhanced his mobility. He even used other blobs as fuel to make even larger jumps between them, bouncing from one to the next until he reached the last giant blob. Even though it had previously won battles, it was now waving its tendrils in what seemed like frustration.

He now deduced his theory to be correct as it seemed there may be a size limitation. His theory that was two components that were needed for the takeover which he dubbed the 'spark' and small size. While he was mulling over it seemed its enlarged size gave it some facial recognition or just blind luck as it started waving its tendrils at him in an accusatory way demanding he hands over the method to sever oneself as it seems that devouring all the other big ones had not worked out very well for it. The other smaller blobs kept clear of it.

As it stood confident that it had the upper hand but pride was always before that fall as he simply threw the other blobs at it. It had to fight the inclination to devour more thins and grow more tendrils to catch. This was followed by another and another as the sight of other blobs moving towards it stoked the rest as the scale of greed to fear started to fall on greed. The big one was caught in a dilemma as it was everywhere at once they soon started to devour him as he defend the bud as that was all it could do was watch as one of the blobs went right past him and into the bud, giving out one last flail before being devoured by the ones it considered vermin.

As he used the latest in blob propulsion to merrily jet his way past the blob goliath he gained a new fear of being devoured and a resolve to never go to battles again. He used the method of devour and sever to find the perfect size as he battered the excess away merely 'throwing' in a complex movement that required him to allow a part of himself to be devoured and force the blob to use its essence to move vigorously in the direction he chose.

Breaching into the bud he saw a pure white egg that looked like shattered glass but was held together by an unknown force. He reasoned that maybe he could help fix it by using the techniques he had learned on the outside. This he reasoned could help the fusion process to be more natural as he used his tendrils and used his essence to rip open a hole in the egg to take a look inside. As he did so more smaller-sized blobs entered the bud only to be overcome with primal fear by the instincts that had gotten it this far.

Oh good, he thought, Test subjects.