HELL YEAH!

As the rogue pokes his head into the tunnel, and begins to walk in, crouching and grumbling, you slash the webbing affixing the trap to the back of the tunnel. The rest of the web is launched forward, and, true to form, the stone is launched from the rest of the web, sailing straight into that fucking rogues fa-

OH. OH ARIADNE. OH, THAT'S HORRIFYING.

The pleasant *ding* that follows the heavy crunching sound does little to distract you from the horrid scene. You tuck yourself into the corner and quietly think about what the fuck you just did.

At least it was painless? At least he died quickly?

Wait. Hang on. Hang on a web-picking moment. You just killed a guy. Yeah, you killed him, but you KILLED him. YOU killed him.

Heart beating fast, you shakily look into your statistics menu.

Trapper Spider
Level 8
80/80 HP
Melee skills:
Claw- slash for 10 damage.
Bite- bite for 15 damage, with a 45% to poison enemy at 3 damage per second for 5 seconds. 20 second cooldown.
Ranged skills:
Web sling- 80% to immobilize enemy for 15 seconds. 30 second cooldown.
Traits:
Expert Weaver- able to spin webs into traps and complex creations.
Enhanced Sense; Touch- Able to detect and pinpoint any motion that comes into contact with the ground in a 100 foot radius, or with the spiders webs.

Quivering with pure joy, you begin to shed tears. In years past, you had sometimes shed tears when the horror of existence had sometimes become too much, simply laid down and cried and begged to be released from life, for weeks on end, but now, finally, you were blessed with an ability to defend yourself from those barbaric heroes, and you were finally... free.

The word felt odd to think, but it was true, in a sense. In short order, you could reset the trap, (Indeed, after the level up, you felt somehow stronger, and setting the trap was almost easy, although it still required effort) and after a short period of time, new ideas for new traps began to flood into your mind. The simple mechanism that allowed you to fire this rock at considerable **** now seemed almost... primitive to you.

Huffing, you began to look around. You quickly grab a short, pointed rock, and a second rock, and you bang the pointed rock into the wall. You carve out a simple mark, a straight line.

1 down. Ariadne knows how many more.