I’m a blob. My name is also Blob. But I’m also not a blob. Or maybe I’m a different kind of blob? I don’t know, but just call me Blob.

I’m a weird kind of blob, or so I think. I have never met another one of my kind so I guess I’m a weird blob or maybe the only blob. Maybe The Last Blob would fit?

Anyway, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m just crawling around the land doing nothing but eating.

I don’t even know why I, a blob, could think this way. I don’t even know why am I questioning my existence. Well, let’s stop with that.

As I crawl the land, I eat stuff. From plants and rocks to dead meat and carcasses.

Sometimes weird stuff happens to me. Sometimes, a small arm would grow and then the next day it would separate and become an arm of its own. Weird, really.

But sometimes some cool stuff will happen. I grow wings and eventually fly, but they will separate after some time so I can only fly for a limited time. What a shame.

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Sometimes I grew legs. It lets me run wild anywhere. It really feels good to have limbs you can use.

Other than that, I really envy those humans. They have limbs they could use to hold, walk, run, and make. They can go on adventures with their comrades. They could make love with their fellow humans. They can speak, express, deny, agree, and more.

I also have a human friend named Mary. Mary is a human girl that feeds me leftovers. She told me I was cute. I thought she was cute too. Maybe I can stay with her?

Haah… I want to live with Mary…

Hmm? Maybe I could try eating a live one? Maybe if I eat a live human, I can become a human? I have never eaten something living before… Maybe I should look for one? Maybe if I become one, I can go with Mary?

I guess I’ll try.