Slimernalia 2020

In the Beginning...
In the year of our lord, 2020 - shit went down. Both inside and outside of our beloved slime game, this year had many changes - some positive, some negative. We saw the vanquishing of the CWCVille menace, the first and later, final department of our great Rowdy Kingpin, Munchy, as well as many other long-time members of the community. But it wasn't all doom and gloom. 2020 also held many exciting events, amazing pieces of art, and of course, more SLIME than we could ever wish for. But the people were ready to relax and unwind with the festive season, and so Phoebus arrived in the night, to take away our belongings and show us the true meaning of the Slimernalia Spirit!

Mysterious Packages
To start it off, many citizens of NLACakaNM found odd, slime-covered boxes or letters at their doorsteps, addressed from none other than from the Cop Killer himself! Despite their better judgement, Cop Killers  and  Rowdy Fuckers alike inside found the fruits of a long-forgotten investment: the PINS! Due to the dangers posed to the mail system with all this gang violence going on, every package successfully delivered called for a hearty cheer of "IT'S A SLIMERNALIA MIRACLE!". Soon Slime Twitter was flush with pictures of the lucky recipients !adorning themselves with these luxurious pins and patches!



A Tale of Spiders, Tyrants and LoOoOve!
In keeping with Slimernalia tradition, they who could amass the most festivity through the holy acts of feasting, gambling and gifting were to be bestowed the title of Kingpin of Slimernalia - but glory was fleeting, as on the break of each new dawn, whoever had the most festivity would gain the title, and the old kingpin lost to the history books. So it was with our first Kingpin of the season, Venice, who gained his position fair and square, made his decree and swiftly vacated the throne, for something sinister was brewing at the roulette table.

Crank, a lowly Slimecorp employee so new to the city his diapers still showed, was recently flush with slime - a moderate 7 mega sitting in his pocket ready to be gambled away. And so, with a bet placed on even, he brought home victory at the roulette table, quickly doubling his slime. Now imbued with the Slimernalia spirit, and with Phoebus' own luck at his side, Crank continued to win bets at the roulette table, first doubling his winnings, then doubling again and again until he hit a truly gargantuan amount of slime - 447,816,588 (four hundred and forty seven million, eight hundred and sixteen thousand, five hundred and eighty eight), more than either of the Kingpin's own stockpiles at the time. With these winnings, he ascended to the throne of Kingpin of Slimernalia, and it seemed with such a hoard of slime and festivity that none could topple him.

But the Symposiarch of the Sea herself, Prism had other ideas. A winner-takes-all match of russian roulette with the Kingpin for all his slime. The call to glory was too much for Crank's newly-inflated pride, and the deal was struck. Either he, or Prism would lay dead before the next dawn. And so, as they stood atop the roulette table for all in the casino to see, the game begun. Prism took her turn first, and brought the revolver to her temple and pulled the trigger. Click! it was empty. Now it was Crank's turn, who took the revolver to his own head, and pulled the trigger. Click! it seemed Phoebus wanted a bit of fun with this match, and would not let it end so quickly. With a glint in her eyes, Prism took the revolver and pulled the trigger, all the while a maniacal grin spread across her face. Click! Unnerved, Crank took hold of the gun and hesitated, doubting for a moment if his patron would protect him yet again. He brought the gun to his head and closed his many eyes - BANG!. The shot rang out around the city, forever changing the course of this Slimernalia season. Crank slumped to the ground, dead as his slime was transferred to Prism.

Yet this was only the first of the challenges for the puppet - she would need to strategically gamble away the slime in order to get enough festivity to best the dead kingpin and take his crown. A tricky game, with measured bets she won and won again, reaping enough festive spirit to eventually best the old Kingpin. Now, as dawn broke and our fair streets woke to life, Prism proclaimed herself not only Kingpin of Slimernalia, but in fact GODKING EMPEROR now that none could even measure to her slime! And so the first of the Slimernalia tyrants reigned, spreading love for her girlfriend and praise for the elusive Slimermaid. For four days straight, Prism lorded over the mere peasants of festivity, before tricky Phoebus decided he had had enough. With a click of his fingers and a hearty "YO SLIMERNALIA!", the rule of the Godking Prism came to an end.