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Scrapes, bruises, and a scowl dominated Esther’s appearance. The browns of her immodest furs were drenched in a colorful arrangement of bright greens, yellows, and deep purples. Using the blunt of her knife, she scraped excess entrails off of her person and continued to creep along the dreary spider-filled aisles of boxes. At no point in her life could she ever confidently say that she was a fan of spiders; she despised them, perhaps, she was even terrified of them.
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She was settling into things here, and for once, her expectations had been met. This wasn’t going to be a problem that could be solved with a can of Raid and a smoldering cigarette, like most of her spider-problems in the past. This called for a large blunt instrument, like a Warhammer, but she was lacking in that department; a knife was all she had. Nothing if not determined, she was getting plenty of milage out of her little beginner’s knife as the game so generously offered her when it went out of its way to call her a crook three times in a row.
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Her crooked eye and interest was piqued. The holes in the roof brought a spotlight down on one particular spiderweb, shimmering beautifully in the dusty sunlight. Esther, back against a box of prawn crackers scanned up and down the web. In its center was the largest spider she had seen yet; one the size of a dog in a kingdom of cat-sized spiders. Her understanding of game logic had her zone in on that as the boss, “Oh! Is that the queen?” she asked nobody aloud in a voice frayed by swears. Noticing a bejeweled crown gleamed atop the spider’s tiny head, “Yeah… that’s her alright.”

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Tucking cans of Spider-Slayer into the various belts provided by her anime-esque barbarian furs, she felt a surge of spider-murdering confidence. It was needed, for the queen and her subjects were hot on her trail. Her time preparing was more than enough for the queen to catch up. Wounded, seething, and unimpressed, the queen made her slow descent from above. Fangs prepared to sink into Esther’s exposed neck.
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Esther had considered a few different one-liners to drop with this act of regicide. Dual-wielding cans, she forgot every single one of them as she sprayed the poison directly into the monster’s face. Unsurprisingly, she was unphased. She was enormous and those cans were mostly inert. Skipping directly to plan-F, Esther threw the can as hard as she could into the queen’s abdomen. Losing balance, she dropped down from her web, landing awkwardly on her back. Opportunity open, Esther issued a stock-standard coup-de-grace. Having anti-climatically defeated the queen, she determined by attempting a few different methods of checking the limp spider’s pulse. Awkwardly, she glanced at the remaining spiders, who quickly fell int a violent succession crisis over the crown.
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While they fought over it, Ester chose to simply take the crown for herself. With war going on all around her, she took her sweet time looking through the spices and condiments. Through the shelves of dried bottles of sesame oil, gochujang, she finally found a secret hatch in the floor. Pulling up a hidden lever, the mouthwatering smell of a well-kept spice rack found her. Lighting a torch she looked through the raided sacks until her eye was set on the one marked “McCornick & Company"
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Upon leaving the cellar, she stuffed the sack into a bag. Back on the surface a mess of spiders stood in place of the once small-time kingdom. Weeping, one little spider howled in a terrible despair in an expression of “what have we done?” In compliance with the parameters of her mission, Esther kicked the spider as hard as she could. On her way out of the front door, she offered the mission-giving NPC a simple spider-entrail enhanced salute, “’sall clear, Ms. Min-hee.”

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