Re: Incarnation

A man is tending to a small and simple apartment. It's modest, and mostly bare outside the basics. The only thing that would stand out about this apartment is the fact that there are several terrariums that contain various types of spiders; placed on desks, tables, and one bookshelf. The bookshelf stashes a number of books on it's top shelf all labeled "Creatures and Catacombs" with various subtexts. From left to right "Player's Handbook", "Game Master's Guide", "Monster Manual'', "Advanced Race Guide'', "Advanced Class Guide'', "Expanded Bestiary", "Curse of the Blood Moon", "Shadow of Necros", and "Whispers of the Deep". On the shelf below that are books labeled "Curse of Medusa and the Garden of Thorns", "Curse of Medusa and the Garden of Stone", "Curse of Medusa and the River of Blood", followed by what looks like a board game labeled "Creatures and Catacombs Tactics" and some various Creatures and Catacombs miniatures.

The man takes care to be sure all the spiders are fed, starting from one side of the house and going to the other. Gurtrude the Goliath spider, Bertha the Tarantula, Tarrance the Trapdoor spider, Reginald the Brown Recluse, Barnaby the Barn spider, and a Black Widow named Natasha.

He then declared out loud "Time for work" before grabbing a modest hoodie and a small container before heading out. He walks only a few blocks or so to a gas station to grab a muffin, then walks a few more blocks to an office building while he eats it. The man clocks in, puts the container in a fridge, and walks to a cubicle. A mostly average man with a mostly average life.

After typing away for several hours it was time for a break. The man opens a fridge in the break room where he grabs the small container labeled "Jon D." before he finds a place to sit and opens the container to eat the sandwich and snacks that are stashed inside. After taking a half hour away from work he gets back to it. More typing, more mundane work. Then he grabs the container and takes it home to put a new sandwich and snacks in before putting it in his own fridge to take to work with him tomorrow. He then watched TV and played games before bed. Another day, this time cereal at home before feeding the spiders and taking his container to work to put in the fridge before work.

He wakes up, gets ready, eats breakfast, feeds his spiders, takes his container to work, does half his shift, breaks for lunch, finishes his shift, goes home, sets up lunch for the next day, games and watches TV, goes to bed. Rinse, repeat, recycle. Monday to Friday, nine to five.

Friday comes, the energy in the office is at a high. People thanking God it's Friday, talking about plans for the weekend. One person comes up to Jon and asks "So you got anything special planned for the weekend or are you doing your normal nerd stuff?" They sip from a coffee cup. Jon simply nods before saying "Nothing special planned here Mac. Also no, I'm not going to any barbeque. Last thing I want to do on my off day is hang out with anyone from this hellhole. You know how I feel about corpo factory meat anyway. I only eat the meat I hunt myself or source myself from local farms and butchers." Mac frowns and replies "Suit yourself" before walking to his own cubicle.

Lunch break comes and goes, and eventually the day ends and Jon walks home to watch TV and game. Saturday morning and Jon gets up and ready like he would on a work day. Wash, breakfast, feed spiders. But instead of going to work he plays games and watches TV till noon before grabbing his books and going out. He gathers up with a group of people for a game of Creatures and Catacombs. The game lasts into the night and they even have dinner together and everyone enjoys it. Jon then goes home and goes to bed. Sunday is a free day for TV and games, other than the morning routine it's a really lazy day. Then Monday comes and the cycle starts anew.

Monday to Friday, nine to five. The same pattern, again and again. Just an average man, with an average job, and an average life. Friday comes again, the end of the cycle nears again. Jon starts his day like any other. Wake, wash, eat, feed, grab a container and go to work. People are excited for the weekend and Jon gets to work. Lunch break, then back to work again till it was time to go home. Today is the day the cycle ends, although Jon didn't know it.

Jon takes his stuff and starts to walk home, while going down an alleyway a man in a hurry bumps Jon sending him to the side to bump the wall. "Watch it!" He shouts simply before continuing. Then he notices something black on the back of his hand.

It's a spider, including its legs, it's about the size of a quarter. Its thorax alone is a bit bigger than a dime. It's black, and its thorax looks almost like plated armor from a fantasy show that an orc would wear. A layered pattern of spiking bits one after the other all the way down. "Whoa" Jon exclaimed "I've never seen anything quite like you. You're like a little arachno-tank." Jon moves his hands to get a closer look. "Thick pedipalps, male. I'll name you Achilles, and I've got an open terrarium that would be perfect for you, my new little arachnid friend."

While admiring his new "friend" and walking, the unique arachnid specimen bit into him. Biting right into his hand, causing Jon to exclaim in pain as he flicks his hand to get it off of him instinctually. "son of a…" but he's unable to even finish a sentence before things start to get fuzzy and he starts to stumble. All Jon can do is reach out as his body slumps to the floor. The simple act of moving, now a struggle. As he reaches out hoping for help, everything fades to black. Jon Doe died at the age of twenty eight, his body was cold and stiff before anyone even came across it.