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10/21/2015 12:47:21 AM
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[i]As he walks, the strange rumbling before grows louder. He feels his unease growing, slowly and slowly, keeping him on edge. He felt something crawl up his leg... a spider? Deciever brushed it off, not paying it any mind. It must've been on the webs from before. Soon, the rugged terrain of roots became treacherous, as sudden dips and deep trenches became present, more webs normal spiders about them. [/i]
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"Great. Good thing we have spiders. That's what we were missing all along."
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[i]Soon, thousands of tiny black spiders emerged from the ground, no longer bothering with Deciever. They seemed to be... fleeing. From what? He could only guess, as he trudged through more spider webs, now empty. The spider population was zero now, but the rumbling stopped too. As Deciever walked, a drop of acid fell beside him. He looked up to see a huge spider, maybe the size of 10 men, balancing on the ridge above him, fangs and legs dripping with poison. It screamed, deafening Deciever. It's scream was echoed by many, many more, too many to count, but farther. It's eight eyes blinked, all at different times, observing Deciever.[/i]
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"Uh... Good spider? Hopefully..."
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[i]It screamed once more before jumping down at Deciever, legs extended, ready to impale him on the ends of it.[/i]
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I roll right, flinging explosive knives at the spider
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[i]It exploded, gore and acid spattering everywhere as the knives hit it's underbelly. Deciever heard the slow hissing of more acid... 5 more stood atop another ridge, not hesitating to start giving chase. His only chance would be to gain high ground, and escape from the trench he found himself in.[/i]
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I look around for a high point, and see a hill, sprinting towards it
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[i]The baels, as they're called, sprint alongside you, not attacking but watching; observing your movements as their rigid legs click with every contact. They jump up around the hill, seemingly inviting you up.... take the hill and risk a trap, or make your way to an occupied one, fighting for a safer spot?[/i]
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I mutter "Never was smart." I turn around with a handful of knives
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[i]The baels start surrounding you, 7 of them, but you're no longer enclosed in a trench like area of roots; the area is open, but riddled with deep trenches and high roots rebelliously rising into the air. Two jump at Deciever, fangs bared.[/i]
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I fling two handfuls of explosive knives at them, and then roll between them, drawing a large knife
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[i]Again, gore flies as the explode, the remainder of their abdomens flopping where you had just been. The rest started to advance, more replacing thrm at the edges; an undying tide of arachnids.[/i]
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I look for a way out
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[i]The cluster seems superbly reinforced at the front... but running back would take you farther from the safe haven. They seem to be closing around you like a "U", and will soon clamp down and devour. They seem weaker on the left side... smaller baels with fewer numbers. Choose wisely.[/i]
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I run at the left side, and use a baels head to propel myself through the air, trying to jump over the mass
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[i]Deciever succeeds, jumping over almost all of them, as you break into a sprint towards the tree. The baels follow closely, not giving up yet; one glimpse behind him would reveal masses of them, too many to count. It was... nightmarish.[/i]
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I puff "Fûck... This... Stupid... Planet..."
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[i]Deciever still runs, but the baels stop giving chase as he nears the tree. Had he... made it? Not quite, frankly. A bael twice the size of the others, an elder bael, climbs from the ground, it's fangs clicking. It's quite far still, but it stands in between you and safety.[/i]
