- b acid blob
- b quivering blob
- b gelatinous cube
- P gray ooze
- P brown pudding
- P black pudding
- P green slime
Amoeboids correspond to the "ooze" creature type in Dungeons & Dragons, lacking recognizable body features like heads and limbs. They are mindless and have no eyes, yet have no apparent trouble sensing the player's location. All amoeboids are breathless.
Many amoeboids are made of substances that can rust, corrode, or rot adventurers' equipped weapons or armor by means of active and passive attacks. The green slime can go one step further and turn adventurers themselves into slime. While the gelatinous cube by itself cannot seriously harm adventurers or their equipment, its paralysis attacks and its appetite for anything made of organic material—comestibles, scrolls, spellbooks, armor made of wood or leather, and so on—make it no less of a nuisance to players.
All blobs leave remains that are considered vegan.
All members of the pudding class (including the gray ooze and green slime) leave globs instead of corpses. Like corpses, globs can be eaten and cause food poisoning if they become tainted. Unlike corpses, globs cannot be sacrificed or revived by undead turning. All globs are fleshy, so eating them violates the vegetarian and vegan conducts; since puddings no longer leave corpses, they will never leave random death drops.
"Blob", "pudding", and "ooze" share the same entry:
These giant amoeboid creatures look like nothing more than puddles of slime, but they both live and move, feeding on metal or wood as well as the occasional dungeon explorer to supplement their diet.
But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track ahead as the nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence oozed tightly onward through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering unholy speed and driving before it a spiral, re-thickening cloud of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train -- a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and unforming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.