>>6088177>>6088183>>6088188monstrosity erupts from the darknes with all the unstoppable malice of a traitor at the gates, a knife in the dark, cyanide in the wine given to you by a friend. Innocent sap flies, feasting on the bountiful fluids and matter here, are squished, squelched, ripped apart, smashed against the walls of the root-cave as the titanic avalanche of hunger slams through the system - murder claws swiping through the very spot that it detected the most minute of vibrations from. Everett throws himself aside, initial cool dodge turning into a desperate roll as the sheer REACH of this horrific creature surprises the subject!
What is this thing??! It undulates with malice! It menaces with claws! Hundredfold eyes pierce the darkness! Chitin-carapace like armor plates click against each other! Its enormous - ENORMOUS - maw is stained with the fluids and smears of prior meals, and it's mottled shell bears the scars of a hundred other contenders for the throne of *apex predator*
Everett has enough of a sane fear response left that their amygdaloid systems crank into frenzied overdrive and it is only through a focused concentration of purest will that the Subject stands still instead of sprinting headlong away, away, away, like the ripthings have already done.
You, Subject, stand in the lair of the SPITESPIDER, and it *intends your death*.
You don't even think any weaponry you have to bring to bear can scratch it! That carapace looks armswidth THICK!
>Subject Everett can act again. 