Puddle. Pink. Boom. Phosphorus. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Slimes kept balance between the Puddle Tribes, Pink Kingdom, Boom Nation, and Phosphorus Nomads. But that all changed when the Tar Tar Nation attacked. Only the Gold Slime mastered the plort elements. Only he could stop the ruthless Tar Tars. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Tar Tar Nation is nearing victory in the War. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Pink Kingdom to help fight against the Tar Tar Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Gold Slime was never reborn into the Phosphorus Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Gold Slime will return to save the world.