In the far-off reaches of space and over 1000 lightyears from Earth, there exists a planet known as 'The Far, Far Range.' On this planet, slimes of all shapes and sizes slide and bounce around without a care in the universe. It sounds like pure blis...
After the chaotic chicken-catching adventure, the following morning found you sitting inside your cozy ranch house, nursing your bruises and tending to your scratches. Despite the mishap, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of being chased by a furious flock of Hen Hens.
Y/N: Note to self never mess with a mother Hen Hen and her chicks again. Lesson learned!
You reflected on the eventful day before as you cleaned up and tended to your wounds. You had successfully gathered all the types of Chickens you need for now, and they now resided safely in their coop doing chicken things. Now, it was time to feed the hungry slimes. You quickly rushed over to the coop, gathering whatever few spare Hen Hen you had that weren't in the middle of breeding, and headed to the pink slime corral, the brave little pink slime and his group of slime friends all bouncing and giggling around happily as they saw you their eyes shining with hunger.
Y/N: Alright, guys, time to see what you've got for me.
With the push of a button, you released the Hen Hens into the corral. The pink slimes bounced excitedly, and some immediately rushed to inspect the new arrivals. You felt a sense of satisfaction as you watched the interaction between the slimes and the chickens.
Y/N: This is the cycle of life on the ranch. Chickens eat, and fuck; slimes eat chickens, and then...plorts?
You were still a bit hesitant about the whole "plorts" concept. Part of you couldn't help but think of them as just colorful, cute, and sometimes squishy blobs of poop. But Beatrix assured you that plorts were valuable resources used for trading, research, and expanding the ranch. So, you just had to accept it
Y/N: Plorts or poop? They are what they are, and they're essential for this place to thrive...as weird as it is essentially selling slime shit for money sounds.
With that newfound sense of purpose, you watched the pink slimes eagerly gobbling up the chickens. It was an odd and honestly kind of horrifying sight to see one moment the Hen Hens were there and the next they were gone with one big chomp.
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Y/N: Sheesh. Rest in peace, little Hen Hens. You died for a noble cause...my bank account.
You shook off the slight discomfort, reminding yourself of the ranch life's realities and the circle of existence. You couldn't help but marvel at the pink slimes' contentment. Observing them closely, you noticed their plorts beginning to form within their bodies. The sight of those colorful orbs brought comfort, reminding you of their true value for your endeavors.
These pink plorts were truly a sight to behold, round, shiny, and resembling tiny, colorful gems. What made the process even more delightful was that they popped out of the slimes in adorable little bubbles. You couldn't help but grin with delight as you carefully collected the plorts using your trusty Vacpack, watching them stack up in your inventory.
Y/N: Alright, little guys, thanks for the plorts. You keep doing your slime thing, and I'll take care of the rest.
After gathering the plorts, you headed back to the ranch house to store them in a safe place. Beatrix had shown you the Plort Market, a place where you could exchange plorts for Newbucks, the currency used in this strange land. With the newfound plorts, you knew you had the chance to expand your ranch and make it even more successful.
Over the next few hours, you decided to make repeated trips to the corral, feeding the slimes and getting as many plorts as possible until suddenly, as you approached the pink slime corral one last time for the day, you noticed something unusual. The brave little pink slime seemed even more excited than usual. It was bouncing around, giggling, and its pink hue was glowing brighter than ever before. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on.
Y/N: Hey there, little buddy! What's got you all worked up?
The pink slime continued bouncing around, and suddenly, it stopped right in front of you. It looked at you with those big, innocent eyes, and then, without warning, released a massive Plort that was almost as big as you! You couldn't believe your eyes, and you burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
Y/N: HOLY SH-
Newbucks Earned: 2500 n
————— You got StarMail!
12:00 PM
Salutations, Mr. L/N
Viktor Humphries
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Allow me to introduce myself. I am Viktoe Humphries, professional slime rancher, slime scientist, and amateur musician. My understanding is that your mentor Ms. Lebeau has already informed you on how the Range Exchange works so I will spare you any further education.
Instead, I'll illuminate you on what you can expect from my own requests. As a slime scientist/rancher I have a tremendous interest in the liquiform legion that we share this vast range with, the slimes. My studies often keep me from venturing out on the range daily and when I find myself short of a particular species, I use the Range Exchange to fill that gap. Don't worry though, I will reimburse you handsomely for your efforts.
Good luck in your new venture, Mr L/N. I look forward to seeing life breathed once again on that ranch just as your mentor did before you.
