Capsule 2.10 has Landed
Inside there is a postal device from Lumps World.
Thank you to all Lumps holders, past and present, who have helped us on this journey so far. The capsule arrived containing gifts for Lumps holders, find out more about the rewards below.
Available to all Genesis and Rapture Lump Holders
1/1 Shiny Lump
A 1/1 animated NFT version of your Lump! Each winning Lump in the new ‘Shiny Lump’ series will be custom made by artist Sam Drew and hung in the new Lumps Emporium.
5 CUSTOM LUMP Prints
5 Lump holders have the chance to win a custom print of their Lump! Delivered worldwide with a certificate of authenticity.
GIVEAWAY NOW OPEN!
Lumps Holders, please head to the Lumps World Discord and enter by following the instructions on the ‘Capsule Giveaways’ channel.
DIARY ENTRY 2.10
The Lumps community recieves another diary entry from our mysterious narrator. Read the entry below!
It rained, they told me.
The hall was jam-packed.
They say the coffin weighed more than the military schooners we used to see in Lumps World pier.
Buddy gave the eulogy. Nifty read a poem.
After that, they buried old Stu out in the wilderness. From whence he came.
But we weren’t there.
Slippy and I left the group after the battle at the citadel. When #7 took Deb, we initially gave chase, through space and time and back again. I forgot who I was more than once. Feel like I lived another thousand lifetimes. But I always come back to myself.
We move through these realities like preemptive ghosts, sometimes leading our shadows, sometimes chasing them. But always behind the master of disguise and deft perpetrator of evil that I’ve come to know as #7. Occasionally we run into some other threat. A natural disaster, an evil super genius, a corrupt politician, a war.
The colony of #500 Lumps I lived with when I sent my first interdimensional capsules out, all that time ago, feels far away from me now. I’m so weary of moving through time, so jaded by the hallucinatory stumbles backwards and forward, that it’s hard to know if I have any one true home. If I came from any place.
But that colony is the place I cling to. I remember the Legends bar, the boardwalk, the docks.
The simulation chambers. The fashion week.
“You want to go back.” Slippy says to me as we sip a thin ale on the outskirts of a new dimension.
He’s right, I’m tired of this life. Chasing an old foe across the multiverses, getting in scraps, witnessing the horrific selfishness of all life-forms.
“Slime Boy does not exist only to hunt #7, you know son.” Slippy floats in closer.
“Hm.” I laugh, “you know, sometimes it sure feels like I do.”
“You existed long before him, mate, long before the citadel. Long before the great journey of self-discovery that led you back into those yellow gloves.”
He looks me deep in the eye. “Slime Boy was there right at the beginning of Lumps World.”
“With Sunkissed Stu and the other primitive Lumps… With the first known evidence of our Universe. You’re part of the fabric of this whole crazy dimension that so many now call home. Hell you might even be the first of us. The wanderers and warriors of Lumps World, the Voodoo and Quantum realms, the Great Mess I and II. Litter Boy, Deb. It all started with you.”
He laughs, “Where do you think the Slime Ears got their Slime?”
“And now you exist – like you always have – to protect the common Lump. To turn up when they need help. When they make a mess of themselves.. When they meet a villain or a bully. #7 or whoever else. Whether in this world, the next or the next. They need a hero. That is your role. That is your place.”
He produces a crisp, colourful looking book – a novel, or something like that – and hands it to me. The pages are pristine and ice white, so much so I almost fear to touch it.
I read the title aloud, “The Adventures of Slime Boy…”
“Aannnd…” Slippy prompts.
I look at him and laugh.
“The Adventures of Slime Boy,” I repeat, before reading the rest, “And his brave pal Slippy.”
We laugh. Then smile, then laugh again.
“Slime Ears only knows what’s made it in here.” I sigh, turning the pages ever so carefully so as not to damage the beautiful old book. But despite this, as I tilt it, the vibrant colours and shapes on the inside pages seem to melt and crumble away, into dust.
I quickly pull it open to see what is disappearing before my eyes, but I find only a clear, blank page. Then another, then another. I skim through the whole book.
“Slippy, it’s empty.”
“Oh?” He grins.
“Where’re all the adventures gone?” I demand.
“What-” I pause, incredulously, “The bloody adventures of Slime Boy!”
“Hm.” He pauses coyly, “Adventures… I can hardly remember any now…”
“I say old boy…” he says, snapping the book shut and tossing it to one side,
“What say we write some more?”
Capsules continue after a short break.
We have been receiving interdimensional parcels with gifts and stories to help us understand more about the Lumps World metaverse.