Spiders... ugh.

Y'know how yesterday I was talking about that "House on a Hill" game?  Well, we played it again yesterday.  One of the most intense games of my life.... especially considering mine was the life in danger.
See, I've decided it's a really bad idea to be the one to start the haunt in the game.  That usually means you're either the traitor, or you're in big trouble.  Yesterday it was the latter.  (Actually, it was both, since we played twice, but that's not the game I'm talking about).  What happened was I got bit in the catacombs and started the haunt, which involved me getting stuck in a giant spiderweb and having a Shelob-sized spider inject eggs into my abdomen.  She wouldn't kill me until they hatched, but that was about the only bright side.
Let's see.  Stuck in a spiderweb, said spider's babies waiting inside of me to hatch and eat me, unable to help as my friends feverishly try to fight the spider off.
Ironically, I was the only one to survive that game.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira