Hello, Sam.
How strange it is to behold thee in this guise.
Mine own brother.

Who are you? -> That is a question most intricate

I've never seen you before -> Hmm...I suppose this is a half-truth

... -> Apologies if my current form is inappropriate

...brother? -> Indeed. We are of a like kind. A shared blood

Apologies if my current form is inappropriate.
Prithee, call me The Spider for now.
I seem to resemble one, for now at least.... It shall
suffice.

How dost thou feel, Sam?

Scared -> Yes. I suppose this doth make sense... Thou aret yet but Human

Stressed -> Yes, this would be no light season for thee

Curious. -> Interesting. Thou aret so... morbidly Human

Relaxed. Verily? -> How odd

I am coming into my element. -> Yes. Thou art

I don't know. -> Nor do I

This is our chance to speak...... ere all goeth so
grievously awry.
Though I suppose matters must already appear
quite dire.
I fear I bear ill news... Thou wouldst do well to sit.
I have fashioned a chair for thee.
Surely thou art not without questions. Ask,
if thou wilt."

How do you know me? Brother? -> Our fates are unfortunately entwined - to neither
of our benefits. As to second query, we are knit together by a bond far beneath the flesh, and of a darkness no blood may match.

Are you a friend? -> No. I am not thy friend..... We are enemies.... We will
bring mutual pain and grief upon the other. Moreover, a ghastly fate awaits thee, and I
am the cause thereof. Not of any ill will, mind thee. I feel almost... a
growing fondness for thee. I had hoped for some other path. Yet it is for naught - this was ever thy destined course.

Where are we? -> Under the stairs.

What's the bad news? -> Foremost - this nightmare shall end. But thy nightmare shall never end. Several fates lie before thee. None are particularly good. One such fate is most horrific. And I am the cause thereof.

Are you the Visitor? -> Nay, not wholly. Yet, 'tis a matter more tangled than first it doth appear. No less a child of the Visitor am I than thee. In every measure, we are brothers

(Pass the check, leads to recruitmant)

I confess... thou art nothing as I conceived. Thou art so gentle and timid of spirit, thou
couldst not harm so much as a fly. I did but think to stand before thee, put forth
my questions, and depart. So ran my purpose. The doom that waiteth thee is past all thought.
This is not right... nay. This is a wrong most vile.
Would that I could bear thee hence... pluck thee
from this place. But alas, it may not be, nor would
it serve....... There is but one path to thy salvation. I promise
thee, it shall be swift and without cruel sting.

(Fail the check, it disappears)
In sooth, I half did wish to find thee most
abhorrent. Some wretched cretin wholly deserving of his
ill-begotten fate. To assuage my own guilt. But no man, lowly or not, deserves such a fate.
And thou seemest so... pitifully Human. I am sorry. Would that all were otherwise. Yet do I hold that strength abides in thee. Perchance there lieth hope for thee still. The
embers of that willpower may endure the trials to
come... and flourish, despite grievous adversity. With all the night that dwells within my heart,
I wish it so. Good fortune, Human. When next our paths cross,
we shall both be changed beyond recognition. I
hope thou findest some fleeting joy before that
cursed hour... when I shall snuff out all.

(battle start)

Nay, I mean not to take thy life. Such deed would
avail us naught. Thy fate is sealed. This dread shall surely come to
pass. All that I may hope is to render it bearable,
and to ease thy suffering. I will rend from thee thy very mind, and make thee
but a lifeless husk. This is thy only salvation. The endless torment shall lay no claim upon thy
vacant soul. The aeons shall glide past, and thou
shalt feel no pain. Only a numbness unending. A
strange solace. This deed is grievous and harsh, yet 'tis the
lesser evil. I discern no other path. Prithee,
understand it as kindness, brother

(After you beat it)

......thou art...... far stronger than my previous
reckoning.
How strange a Human thou dost prove... tender in
thy mercy, yet mighty in thy force.
I did hold thee in false measure, I admit. I held
thee but a hapless thrall of fate, a mere
bystander. Yet thou art far otherwise.
Perchance thou dost indeed possess the strength
after all. How curious. I am much relieved.
......let me walk by thy side these next few days.
I wish to study thee ere I return. Mayhap some
key to our plight may be gleaned from thy
ventures.

Comment:Party member questions
Comment:Chance to pick goes up if party member has leveled up
(therefore the player has used them a lot)

Why wouldst thou suffer that tedious and loathsome Dan within thy home?

He's not so bad.
He truly is, Sam.

I don't know.
Nor do I, Sam.

He needed help.
Thou wouldst abide such a wretch all for pity’s sake?

I needed help.
Thou dost endure the wretch out of need, not mercy. I understand now.

I needed a friend.
Quite badly, it seems.

To use him.
So he is thy pawn. He serveth as thy instrument, to be discarded once his use is past.

Why didst thou receive Joel, thy neighbor, within thy walls?

I felt guilty for his family.
Yes, thy conscience doth seem sincere.

He was all alone.
He was alone on thy account. Still, thy mercy is not unseen.

He's my responsibility.
Verily, he is thy burden to bear.

I have no idea.
What manner of answer is this? Didst thou not have reason to shelter him?

I needed a friend.
Verily, thy need for fellowship is dire to condescend unto a child.

I'll kill him like his family.
So thou dost but lengthen his torment. Much as thy own pain wilt likewise endure.

The murderous Grinning Beast... why wouldst thou take such a one into thy home?

All as well.
Perchance the Grinning Beast shall be thine undoing.

She's great!
She is a madwoman, whose ruin shall be thy portion. But mayhap 'tis better thus.

I was afraid to say no.
So meek and pitiable, incapable of bearing thine own cause. Greatly shalt thou be changed.

I wanted a monster on my side.
Hmmm... is she truly on thy side?

I needed a friend.
Then wert thou in true desperation.

To learn how to become a beast myself.
And a beast thou shalt become, far more dreadfulthan she.

Why didst thou open thy hearth to Hellen, coming thus unbidden to thy door?

I have no idea.
Hast thou such trust, and so freely given?

I was curious about her mask.
I am likewise drawn to her mask. And yet, I trust her not.

Thou shouldst have said no. Now, and in time to come.

She is powerful, useful.
'Tis so... great is her power. But mark me well she is untrustworthy now, and shall remain so.

When I needed a friend.
Hellen is not thy friend, nor ever shall be.

To kill her before she kills me.
Indeed? How many times must this same play be acted ere it endeth?

Ernest is touched with strangeness. Why wouldst thou deliver him from his fate?

I owed him.
I suppose this is the most honorable course.

Colonel Squeakums needed him.

A gesture full of mercy, to spare thought
for even the lowliest of creatures.

He needs help.

Ernest needed aid well before these days. Still,
thy kindness is no less.

He is very resourceful.
He is much akin to a rat, is he not?

I needed a friend.
I believe Ernest needed companionship too. Thy
kindness is well bestowed.

I'll toss him out when I've used him.
So, he is but a tool for thee to wield and cast aside.
I see it now.

The child, Sophie... what moved thee to offer her
sanctuary?

She's just a child!

Aye, though she doth put on airs, her confidence
is merely a veil. She is but a child.

Her mom was looking for her.

Take heed, lest her mother be not what she
seemeth to be.

It was the right thing to do.

I am uncertain. Maybe 'twould have been better
to let fate take its course.

She could help with exploring.

Aye, the small ones have ways of entering where
even a grown man is turned away.

I don't know.

What a curious reply! How canst thou not know
the reason for thine own actions?

I can always use her as a shield.

How callous of thee. Yet I suppose such
selfishness is to be expected.

Xaria and Monty, those wretched beggars... why
didst thou open thy doors to them?

I didn't know how to say no.

You poor, pitiful man, letting others trample o’er
thee, unchallenged and unresisted.

They needed help.

Their intent was naught but to use thee, and
thou didst grant them such liberty.

It felt fine at the time.

I wonder, hast thou changed thy mind since
that time?

I needed their strength.

So 'tis but a transaction. But who reaps the
better of this exchange?

No particular reason.

I suppose thou wilt have no reason when thou dost
cast them out, as well.

To kill them. Eventually.

Thy purpose is murderous, then? Though they
drain thee like parasites, do they merit such an
end?

Why didst thou admit the scavenger, Morton, into
thy house?

He intimidated me. I couldn't say no.

Thou wert truly afeared by Morton? Poor,
wretched man. The world must be a terror to thee.

I thought he needed help.

He is resourceful in his own right, yet thy gesture
is one of kindness all the same.

We could work together.

Thou art a scavenger in thine own fashion. Mayhaps
this union is of mutual gain.

He's good at scavenging.

I see it now. tthou didst seek to employ him for
thine own end.

It felt like a good idea.

A mere whim, then. Nothing more?

I'm going to rob him.

He owns little more than trinkets; no true prize
to claim. Perhaps 'tis the thrill of the deed thou
dost enjoy, rather than the spoil.

You sacrificed your arm for the rat child. Why did
you do that?

It looked so pitiful.

No, it doth look most wretched. But it is thou who
appeareth most pitiful.

I couldn't just let it die.

Thou hast sacrificed much for so wretched a
creature.

I felt bad for it.

Now all the world doth take pity upon thee, thou
broken thing.

I lost one arm, but gained four.

I suppose the loyalty of this wretched soul is
worth the price.

I have another arm.

What??? Is this truly thy explanation?

To indebt it to me. Now I have its undying loyalty.

What villainous intent lurketh beneath so
gracious a deed!

Why dost thou consort with Papineau, the
vaunting keeper of the halls?

He's so huge. I'm afraid to say no.

No threat art thou to him, and yet thy heart doth
tremble in fear?

I was worried about him.

Why wert thou afeard for so stalwart a man? What
means hast thou to help him?

I figured we could work together.

Aye, 'tis an expedient course.

I wanted to make use of his strength.

Thou wouldst make use of him? How fell.

I don't know.

Mayhaps 'tis for the best, for he is a stalwart
companion indeed.

I wanted him to clean my house.

So thou didst welcome him to thy home, only that he
might keep it clean...?

The... animated vending machine, Audrey -
wherefore didst thou admit her to thy home?

If I said no, she would have fallen on me.

Thou wert so afeard of this beast, who hath
revealed to thee naught but gentleness?

She wasn't safe on the first floor.

Verily, that is a thought most kind, to be so
mindful of her well-being.

We needed each other.

Mayhaps ye two misfits may yield mutual profit
unto each other.

She's tough. How do you kill a vending machine?

'Tis true. She is a combatant most fearsome.

It seemed like a good idea.

It seemed wise to bring a talking vending
contraption into thy dwelling?

Unlimited snacks.

Thou hast forged an alliance with this strange
beast... for naught but snacks?

Pray, what madness possessed thee to tend the
roaches until they gained sense and reason? Now
thou art companion to a roach-man. What led thee
to this folly?

Roaches are almost like pets...

Thou wouldst show clemency to so foul and
wretched a creature as the roach?

I couldn't kill them...

I fear thou art possessed of too much
compassion within thy soul.

I didn't care one way or the other.

Art thou willing to dwell in such filth?

Now I control an army of roaches.

I suppose an army of roaches may lend aid in the
trials that lie before you.

Didn't expect this outcome, but it's fine.

I have never witnessed such disregard for
squalor and filth as this.

Unlimited protein.

Thou... thou dost consume them? Thou eatest
the roaches? This is most repugnant!

Thou didst deliver that hapless ratling unto the
maw of the wall beast. How doth thy conscience
fare?

It was the worst mistake of my life.

Thy guilt rings true. I had not thought to see thee
thus moved. I am sorry... for thee, and for the
babe thou couldst not save.

I feel terrible about it.

As thou shouldst. Still, thy remorse is sincere.

I spared the child a horrible life.

A hard life it would have known, and likely a brief
one. Perhaps this was a mercy.

I feel bad, but I need my arms.

Yes, thou hast need of thine arms... no more than
a babe hath need of breath.

It was my only option.

The choice was not made lightly. Thy frame is weak,
all too mortal. Perhaps it was the wiser course.

I want to do it again.

So cruel, so red with wrathful thirst! And not a
flicker stirs thee at the passing of the innocent!

Why didst thou bring violence upon those that
dwelt in the basement camp?

I thought they were monsters.

Perhaps in form, but not in mind.

There was no hope for them.

Thou didst seek to grant them mercy? Thy mercy
be of a cruel kind.

They were gradually losing their minds.

So thou didst judge them as threats, or dangers
yet to manifest.

I killed them before they killed me.

They gave no sign of malice toward thee. No,
'twas kindness they offered.

I don't know.

So void of kindness and feeling...

It felt good.

To kill, to lay waste. Thou dost hunger for power
far more than thou wouldst confess.

Thou couldst have saved the many-headed woman,
Jeanne, yet thou didst not. Why?

I didn't know how to save her.

The choice was bitter. A lamentable affair.

There was no way to save her.

Perhaps thou speakest true. I see the weight of
guilt doth weigh heavily on thy soul.

Couldn't risk her hurting anyone else.

Aye, she had harmed others ere now. But was it to
stay further harm, or to mete out vengeance?

It was easier.

’Tis easier to take a life than to preserve it.

Didn't mean to. She attacked.

Perhaps it was but an honest error... yet a
regrettable one.

I got to hear every head scream.

Thou takest delight in death and slaughter. Thou
dost thirst for power.

Not one didst thou shelter, nor didst thou cry
for aid. Thy home is empty. Why?

I'm afraid of what's out there.

Art thou so timid as to fear the helpless
stranger? How helpless is thy soul!

I don't have the strength to help.

To have no strength for mercy? What art thou but
a poor and paltry soul?

I'm a loser.

I find no words to dispute it.

I don't have the resources.

No, thou hast robbed thy neighbors and grown
fat upon their loss.

Just hasn't happened.

Perhaps the occasion hath not yet presented
itself.

I don't need the hassle.

Charity and mercy are no burdens to bear.
Compassion is the foremost virtue of all.

Thou dost shelter many in thy home. What cause hath brought so great a throng beneath thy roof?

I have a hard time saying no.

So thou wert afraid to deny them. And thereby
hast thou denied thyself.

People needed help.

Then 'twas from mercy and compassion thou hast
harboured so many.

When Things just kind of happened...

Seemeth thou art quick to yield to the tide of
circumstance.

I needed their strength.

Yes, so vast a company may prove a force. Thou
dost use them as they do thee.

I like a good party.

Thou art fond of Pastime with Good Company. Was
not a tune of such title penned by a king of ample
girth and merriment?

More people, less chance to be targeted.

Thou givest thy help with profit in mind. Wouldst
thou do so should no gain be thine?

What hopes and ambitions didst thou harbor?

I wanted a quiet, peaceful life.

Aye, to thy little chamber didst thou flee, to
cower from the world, thou small and fearful soul.

I just wanted to be a good person.

A quiet life with purpose was thy wish - but fate
hath charted thee a far different course.

I was trying to get a job again.

A creature of fear and toil thou art, but fate
hath marked thee for something else.

Climbing the corporate ladder.

Indeed? Ha! I find it hard to believe.

Hardcore gaming.

Had fate not torn thee from thy life, thou
wouldst have squandered it in vain.

I wanted to be prime minster.

Ha! In time, thou shalt be made into something far
more dreadful.

Thou art but a creature of fear. Say then, what
horror dost thou dread above all?

People.

Fearest thou thine own kind? The very thing thou
art? Mankind doth fill the world! Thou timid wretch!

Failing to meet expectations.

Ever dost thou serve the needs of others, and
thine own go unmet. 'Tis time thou gavest thine
own soul some thought.

The future.

Yea, rightly dost thou fear what is to come. Thy
future is the darkest amongst all that might be.

The Visitor.

Indeed, a fear well grounded. But is it the truest
dread that dwellest within thy breast?

Dying alone.

I know full well thou art doomed to die alone, be
it now or in the days to come.

If the cops find the bodies.

Hast thou then wrought a grievous sin? Dost thou
live with fear, ever glancing over thy shoulder?

Thou hast endured much sorrow in thy days. Tell
me, what loss hath wounded thee most?

I never had a chance in life.

'Tis true. From the first, thou hast been a
wretched soul. I do pity thee.

My parents.

'Tis hard to think a creature such as thee once
had mother or father. Yet I daresay their
passing left thee utterly alone.

My first love.

What is your greatest loss?

Money.

What is your greatest loss?

My first pet.

What is your greatest loss?

What regret doth weigh heaviest upon thy
conscience?

I wish I had friends.

Thou art a wretched, lone-born soul, and thy
torments shall only deepen with the turning of
time.

All the times I hurt people.

Thy pain shall but grow, and thy hand shall bring
ruin to many. I am come to end thy course.

I wish I'd tried harder.

A scant legacy thou leavest, for thy days have
yielded but little worth.

When I wish I'd taken more opportunities.

Thou hast misspent thy hours and let many a fair
chance slip by.

I don't know.

Art thou but a contented simpleton, or a knave
full of lies?

I regret holding back my darkest desires.

Rest easy, for thy most cursed inclinations
shall come to pass anon.

What fragment of thy past life doth thee lament
most?

I miss the isolation.

Thou fearest thy fellow man above all else, and
this world's undoing hath compelled thee to face
it, hath it not?

I miss the person I was.

This dread apocalypse hath driven thee to acts
thou wouldst never have dared before, hath it not?
Or pehaps such deeds lurked within thee all along.

I miss going outside.

Methinks thou speakest a falsehood.

Conveniences and comforts of modern life.

'Tis strange to think that a creature of thy sort
could be so slack and complacent.

Nothing, really.

Whether thou art a contented fool or a liar,
I cannot say.

I hate having consequences to my actions.

I cannot fathom thy meaning, save that in former
days 'twas easier to ply thy wicked acts.

Wherein lies the reason for becoming so
great a failure?

I was born to fail.

A most lamentable creature art thou, both
present and to come. Yet, despite all, pity doth
stir within me for thee.

I put others first every time.

Consistently hast thou neglected thyself to tend
the wants of others.

I guess I didn't try hard enough.

Aye, thou dost appear much given to sloth and
idleness.

Cheating and lying catches up to you.

Though many a knave deceives and thrives, thou
hast failed, and now thy sins have seized thee.

I don't know.

So it is with all who are given to sloth - they see
not that their downfall springs from their own
neglect.

I'm a grand success.

A failure art thou, and possessed with delusions.

What thing didst thou cast aside?

My sense of peace and security.

Thou dost shudder at this altered world, as thou
shouldst, but thy trembling maketh thee appear
most pitiful.

My comfort.

For others’ sake, thou hast abandoned thy
comfort, hast thou not?

My isolation.

This world's unmaking hath roused thee from thy
seclusion, aye?

My compassion.

Thou hast cast aside the bonds that bind thee to
thy brethren. 'Tis no great wonder to me.

Nothing.

Dost thou claim to be as thou wert aforetime?

Society's rules.

Thy deepest longings hast long lain formant, and
this grim hour hath but unshackled them.

(Spider & Hellen dinner)

I am taken aback to witness thee in this place. We hath met afore. Verily, thou art much the same.

No. We've never met. I'd remember.

No - in days far hence. Still doth thy soul carry the like blackness as now it doth bear.

Is that so?

Yes. I cannot well make sense of it. Art thou a doom upon all ages? Evil made flesh? How may one such as thee dwell both in this hour and in time so far hence?

I suppose we all have secrets.

(Spider & Lyle dinner)

Thou may’st veil it well, yet I see full clear thy blackened heart. I know thy craft well, thief.

O-oh... um... hello. Uhhh, have I upset you?

Point not that cursed device upon my form! My soul thou shalt not claim, for I know thy ways - thou art a hunter of souls, and wouldst have mine too!

Ah- well, um... err... you see... here's the thing...

See, I don't really want to... well, what I mean is...it's not SOULS, really, it's...

Please don't tell anyone. Please. Please, I'll do anything. But please don't say anything. Especially
not to Sam.

Thou abject creature, thou art unworthy of my regard. I shall watch thee closely, and curse thee wickedly if thou attempt to pilfer my soul.

(Spider & Sophie dinner)

Ummm... excuse me, Mr. Spider. But you don't really look like the other people who have looked outside.

No, child. I have beheld not the world outside. I am cut of a wholly different cloth.

And you don't really talk like the other people either.

Nay, my speech belongeth to a time and place yond lies far beyond thy ken.

I thought you'd be more fun. But to be honest, you kinda stink.

Begone, child! I have no need of this! Find thee another fool to vex!

(Sider & masked shadow)

With an uncharacteristic hesitation, the Spider approaches the strange masked creature that's been following you.

I do confess, I have avoided thee. Yet though thy presence grieveth me, still must I speak, for silence would betray my soul.

The masked creature tilts its face. Its still mask gives no indication of its reaction.

'Tis with great difficulty I speak this. Thou wert not my first attempt, and as thou canst observe, thou shalt not be my last.

How or why thou art come to this place, I cannot say, save that perchance thou hast wandered through some shadowed interstice, as I have.

I have failed thee. Forgive me. Yet I shall not fail Sam. This is all I shall say unto thee. Farewell.

The masked creature remains motionless as the Spider recedes back into the shadows. It remains still for a long while, as if considering the Spider's words.

(Encoutering the masked shadow)
1st- Forget this accursed soul. Pay it no heed.
2nd -This wretched creature is beyond hope. Look not upon it.
3rd - It grieveth me to look upon this forsaken wretch. Sam, I beg thee, desist. I entreat thee with all my soul.

(General talk)

Speakest now, brother.

How are you doing?

Scarce time remaineth for thee to fulfill thy purpose. Prepared am I to attend thee, and watch thy every move.

Trouble not thyself on mine account. I shall keep thee well within my sight, yet from afar.

Where are you from?
I am from a realm so distant it doth defy mortal comprehension. This place is most strange unto me.
Yet I behold in thee the seed of what thou shalt be, and from that seed shall I strangle thee.
Though we be brothers, yet must I do this. Nay, for that very kinship I must.

What do you think will happen?
The skein of fate lieth open before me, and I know its every fray. This world shall be undone and wrought anew. Thou likewise shalt be undone and wrought anew. But in the end, I shall fully unmake thee. This is my solemn vow, brother

Why are you interested in me?

To witness the Human seed afore its wicked germination, and glean some knowledge how best to stay thy carnage. And perhaps to see how I could have been had I lacked the willpower.

Dost thou wish me to take my leave? To abandon thee to bumble guilelessly into thy woeful doom?
So it shall be. I shall gird myself with the knowledge I have garnered thus far. When next we meet, we shall both be greatly changed, brother. And tidings shall not be so cordial.

(DND)
S-Spider, I-I'm glad you're joining us. Can you tell us about your character?

I shall not stoop so low as to engage. Nay, I shall stand aside and behold the foolish sport wherein thou mortals do squander thy fleeting days.

W-well, um... you could at least make a character...if you're just gonna w-watch...

Well then, if I must, I must. "The Wizard" shalt thou call me, yet lend I no hand to thy vain amusements.

Th-thank you, Spider... that was very gracious of you. M-moving along...

If this realm be aught akin to mine own, then
holy water holdeth no bane o'er the undead.

Fools! This cursed stead is past redemption by
any sacred means.

'Tis manifest what hath befallen - Zalmoxis was
here.

I shall not entertain such nonsense.

Do as thou wilt. It matters not to me.

]Many paths lie safer than this one. What folly
moveth thee to leap?

I trust thou wouldst have me break the spell? So
be it. Alakazam. The spell is undone. Thou may'st
now safely play make-believe.

I am but a mere stander-by, beholding with curious
eye the trifling sports thou dost perform.

These fools deem themselves slayers of dragons,
in this world or any beyond! Fools, and bold in their
ignorance!

Whatsoever thou choosest shall prove but folly.

Wert thou to contend with a necromancer of true
craft, thou wouldst scarce endure a single breath.

At last, we may be rid of this insufferable folly.

The folk of this age make sport of the very
essence of souls in their games! 'Tis a thing most
vile.

I am not amused by these human frivolities.

]The realm thou hast conceived, Lyle... by what
art was this wrought?

Well, um, I dunno... I just thought of stuff I
thought was cool?

Speak now, Lyle - what craft of divination dost
thou wield?

D-divination? What do you mean?

Fain not ignorance with me. Thou knowest well my
meaning.

Uh, ummm... I-I don't know! I'm just... um... j-just
a normal guy who loves games!

Full long have I wearied of this sport. I do but
await its end.

'Tis ended at the last. I shall yet marvel at the
strange divination thou workest, but no more
must I abide this folly.

(Cursed gifts reactions)

Painting - I have failed. I can but weep for the sorrowed
end of this our world.

Tape - I feel naught but despondence at this moment. Is
there aught I might do to stay this cursed
destiny?

Photo - My strivings to arrest this hour are but vain...
fate treadeth the selfsame path as ever.

Will - 'Tis the final Will and Testament of all mortal kind.
Alas, I have no power to prevent so woeful a doom.

(Promise ending)
I believe I have succeeded.

The Spider disappears without even a farewell. You wonder
if it returned to wherever it came from, and if it somehow
averted your foredoom.

(Gaming)

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Is this verily the jester’s game in which thy kind delighteth?

I will have no hand in thy foolish sport.

What folly! Man, whose life is but a breath, doth
waste it in vain riddles and petty games.

With each passing moment, my esteem for thee
doth wither.

I am sickened to behold thee.

KillToShoot

The Spider stalks scornfully behind you as you play, as if
silently judging.

Wraithscourge

Though scornful of what it deems a frivolous waste of time,
the Spider watches your whole session, occasionally chiming
in with a scornful barb.

You notice the Spider's quips aren't quite as frequent this
session. In fact, the Spider is suspiciously quiet as it sits
beside you...

The Spider sits beside you as you play, watching anxiously.
Its myriad legs wriggle in place during tense moments, and
its bulbous eye widens whenever you find a powerful item.

Sooth, it is no surprise such devices are thought
mere pastimes for children - for in them lieth no
spark of true artistry.

WakeTheBloodKnight

Thou dost squander thy days on loathsome follies.
Most unseemly... most vile.

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