That was the fucking worst. Light. If the word ‘spider’ shows up anywhere in the mission description anymore I am going absolutely nowhere near it. Fuck that. No. That one cave had more spiders than I ever want to have to deal with in my entire life. And of course they were lava spiders on top of that. What else could they have been except lava spiders.
And then those little spiders were crawling out of those dwarves and I just
No. That entire trip was probably the biggest ‘no’ I’ve ever experienced in my life. That was maybe one of the worst things I’ve ever seen and that’s saying a lot. Sure, maybe I’m a bit biased because I already fucking hate spiders, but that right there is going to supply nightmares for a few years I’m sure. Probably longer, because holy shit.
And then that giant spider there at the end? That was just icing to the worst damn cake that ever existed. I don’t understand at all why the dark irons didn’t just pack up and move away, cause holy shit. That was intense. I’m already not a fan of cramped caves. That paranoia has just intensified tenfold thanks to those Light damned spiders.
I keep getting these phantom itches where it feels like a spider is crawling on me. I’m going to be walking down the hallway at the keep and just suddenly start flipping out because a hair is tickling my arm or something, I just know it. I thought about telling Rian’vys about the spiders, to have someone to suffer the image with, but at the same time that is not really an image I want to inflict on anyone, least of all him.
On a slightly lighter note, my run for the Jovite ore in Talador went successfully. A couple run-ins with the plant life in Zangarra, naturally, but nothing too terrible. We managed to not wake one of those giants in the cave we found, so that was great. We’re sneaky miners, apparently. I’m not about to complain though, that’s for certain.
Being back in that sort of environment was...strange, to say the least. I didn’t like it. At all. All it did was remind me of the times spent in hiding out in Zangarmarsh with the refugees after Shattrath fell. It’s not exactly a time I like to remember if I can help it, really.
Light, I need a drink. That was some real shit.
There’s a sketch at the bottom of the page of a hoof stomping on a spider, with the word “NO” scratched heavily into the page right above it.
{ brief mention: @rianvys }
