Trapper Spider

You had finally figured it out. The silence was the worst.

Although maybe it was the tedium of reweaving traps. not that they were tripped too often. At some point, you stopped bothering.

You are a simple Trapper Spider, roughly 6 feet long, barely 2 feet tall, with glossy black chitin all across your body. Your limbs are sleek and thin as twigs, easily broken, made for finesse, not any amount of actual strength, although your front 2 legs and back 2 legs both have claws as sharp as knives on them, perfect for cutting and slicing web, while your middle 4 legs have very fine graspers which you use to manipulate webbing into complex trapping designs.

That is, if you count a tripwire as 'complex'. The actual mechanical design of your character requires some finesse and violates a few basic rules biology has set aside for spiders, but you suspect that the game designers needed an excuse for a non-threatening training zone to be filled with traps. Indeed, your home is a rarely visited tutorial zone, where new rogue heroes come to learn how to disarm traps and kill defenseless spiders for fun and profit. But almost no one ever comes here, because trap detection is automatic with the right skill, and even if they don't have automatic trap detection, anyone can fucking see the enormous line of spiderweb that you could trip over. Even among tutorial zones this place was a joke.

Sighing listlessly just to fill the silence, you recall your statistics:

Trapper Spider
Level 1
10/10 HP
Melee skills:
Claw- slash for 2 damage.
Ranged skills:
Web sling- 20% to immobilize enemy for 5 seconds. 10 second cooldown.
Traits:
Weaver- able to spin webs into traps and simple creations.

At some point you gave up re-weaving your traps, and chucked the useless trinket that occasionally spawned in your lair outside, just to keep the heroes from bothering you. A while back a few higher level heroes came to check out your cave, and laughed at the 'bugged bug'. Fucking idiots. It wasn't even clever.

At some point, the tedium became so boring you decided to weave little symbols and patterns out inside your tunnel, to while away the time. All it ever took was a sadistic hero to toss in a fire bomb for all of your hard work to be burned to ash, but you didn't care. All suffering was transient anyway. You got quite good at weaving delicate patterns that were pointless and useless, but they pleased you in some small way. In a world where your fate was dictated by the whims of malicious strangers, you could at least find joy in some small thing you could create.

One day, you were experimenting with weaving a new spiral pattern, when the tell-tale sound of footsteps began to echo into the tunnel entrance.