A Story(unnoficial) 

 You wake up lying on a pickaxe.  Groaning from sleep and discomfort, you roll over and grab the pick.  It is made of copper, turning green, with a wooden handle, worn smooth from use.  Scattered around you are an axe and shortsword, also copper, and several large sticks with red powder on one end.  You gather the stuff, and it is then you realize you have no memory and no idea how you got there.  You panic for time, but then reason sinks in and you realize thzt in order to survive you must build a shelter.  You reach for you axe, but before you can grab it, you hear a squelching noise.  You whirl around to see a strange creature.  About knee high, the slime is made of glistening green, well, slime.  It doesn't seem threatening, so you approach it.  Suddenly it leaps forward and attaches to your face.  It tourns out the goo is highly acidic.  Blinded by pain, you jerk your head, and the slime comes off.  You draw you sword and stab the slime with it.  No effect.  It simply absorbs the sword, and then your axe when you try again.  Now very frightened, you grab one of the sticks.  As soon as your hands close around it, the powder ignites into a yellow-white flame.  You slash the slime with the torch and jump back just in time.  The slime bursts in to flame and is gone in a second.  All that remains is a puddle of scorched goo and some coins.