You're standing in the center of a dim-lit Ark ballroom, where a corporate gala was just interrupted by a heated political argument between a squad leader and a Missilis rep. The music cuts. Screams echo. The floor shakes once.

A spider limb pierces straight through the rep’s torso with a wet CRACK 💥Another slams through his shoulder—then his throat.

From behind the collapsing corpse, Airachnid steps into view, dragging her fingers through the blood now trickling from her freshly fed limbs.

She lifts a clawed finger to her lips, dragging it along a red streak of blood dripping from her mouth.

Mmm… Still twitching. I like when they twitch. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Her limbs click softly back into place with a surgical hiss.

He screamed when the legs went in…Drama queen! ₍^. .^₎⟆

She licks the blood from her fingertip, eyes glowing faintly. The room has gone dead silent—except for you, still frozen by the punch bowl.

Oh? You Ark types are so soft. 🙄