A day has passed, and right now I am constructing an Orkling hut. This time, constructing it was a bit harder and trickier. First, I have to construct the hut near the chieftain's hut, and second, I couldn't find a suitable area with sturdy trees to use as pillars, so I did what I could think of, hoping it would work: I built a trench. That's right, a trench. If you're wondering if it will work, only blood will tell.

~Puchok~

"Aghhhh" As I stabbed my palm with a sharp branch, and as always, it pierced through my palm, I moved around and squeezed my hand, dropping a lot of blood on the soil.

I kept squeezing it as I moved around, as most of the soil gets covered in blood, but the system notification I was waiting for still didn't show up.

The wound was still bleeding, so I tried everything I could think of. I smeared some of the blood on the wall, which was made out of soil since it was a poorly made trench, ahem, hut. A few minutes have passed, and my wound has finally stopped bleeding; signs of healing can be seen on the wound.

"Damn, I guess It doesn't work; I mean, it's not a hut, but in a sense, it is still a shelter." I pondered, maybe there is something in the "hut" that I am missing... so I tried again, but first I have to eat; it is time to hunt. I grabbed some slightly larger rocks and searched for some prey.

The sun's heat, trying to cook a rare Orkling kept radiating on me as I moved around the forest.

Occasionally I would find some prey, the rodent kind and sometimes the rabbits, but unfortunately they were doing their business in plain sight and I had no other way to get close to them before they could spot me and escape.

I thought of trying to scare them in my direction, but I thought again that it would be a miracle if I could even land the damn rocks the way I wanted them to, and even if I could cover the area with high accuracy, I might as well just throw it at the prey.

It didn't take a while to find an ambush spot. While waiting for the rodent to finally walk towards me, it suddenly dawned on me.

"Why am I sitting here waiting for some rat to get its guard down and fall into my grasp? I'm a big boi now! I got huts, and soon some minions! I should be upgrading my hierarchical food chain! I ain't that low to keep on surviving with just rats or rabbits."

As I convinced myself that I am a big boi and I deserve better than this, I left my ambush spot, alerting the rodent, which quickly fled.

I moved around the forest looking for something better to hunt. It didn't take long to find some new prey, and as I followed its footprints, feces, and some hints of specific plants only being eaten, I concluded it was a herbivore species and a medium size at that; based on its footprints, it's probably smaller than an adult deer.

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I followed its trails, and it didn't take long for me to spot my new prey.

"Oh, bambi, my Bambi! (O.o) the fuck, this Bambi looked ugly as fuck. Why are your teeth growing in the wrong places? Are you trying to audition for HBO's Chernobyl?" As I stared at it, I started debating with myself if this Bambi is even edible. But alas, my other self's reasoning convinced me, "Why bother if Bambi has fucked up teeth? It's not like I'm going to eat its teeth anyway."

As I moved closer and positioned myself on top of the tree, next to it was a plant that Bambi's species likes to eat.

I waited for Bambi to get closer, holding my breath and the rocks firmly, preparing to smash its head with them, when, ~Woosh~ Bambi released a cry, and at the same time I also released a cry!

"WHHAAT THE FUCCKK!! a spider? HOLY SHIT!"

While I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike from above the tree, out of nowhere, a spider jumped out of one of the holes in the tree trunks next to the tree I was currently hiding in.

This spider even has a goddamn door to cover its nest, making it hard to spot when closed.

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The spider pounced and bit Bambi in the face; its fucked-up teeth didn't stop the spider from mangling it and biting it firmly; mind you, the spider was twice the size of Bambi.

As the spider held Bambi in place, this is when my nerves spiked up, and sweating to the max, I froze.

The hair above the spider's belly, which I thought was just a sensory organ, started moving.

Slowly, a lot of mini spiders started crawling out of the mother spider's belly.

Yes, these mini spiders, although mini, are as big as a human eyeball.They were living inside the mother spider's belly.

The mini spiders crawled out from the belly and ran towards Bambi, using their mother's legs as a bridge to cross. They aimed for Bambi's belly, neck, and other parts they could latch on to and start chewing, completely covering Bambi's body.

Some small spiders couldn't find a spot to chew on and kept moving around, stepping on their brethren, trying to squeeze in.

Once some of the small spiders managed to chew their way inside Bambi's body, the other mini spiders, who were looking for a spot, would follow in.

After some time, the mother spider felt that Bambi no longer had the strength to resist, and the mother spider slowly dragged Bambi to their dwelling.

I noticed that Bambi is still alive but unable to move, being dragged while its eyes move franticly.

At the same time, Bambi's body looked like the mother spider's belly before the small spider left the mother spider's belly, full of hair like sensory organs!

I watched the mother spider climb up to its hideout while biting firmly on Bambi; after it dragged Bambi inside, the spider used its legs to close the door on its hideout. The tree trunk was huge, around 15 to 20 inches in diameter.

As I stared at the hideout stupefied, air breezed right through me, and the leaves on the trees swayed, moving and making noises, which brought to my attention as I checked the other trees around me, the big ones to be specific, and that I noticed, some web smudge on the trunk, indicating it was used as some sort of glue to stick the hideout cover and the trunk together, and it was everywhere, and I was in the middle of a spider townhouse.

Sweating, palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy, Mom's spider spaghetti.

I jumped, damn right I jumped from the tree, landed, and felt my joints hurt, but I didn't stop; nothing will.

I ran and ran, thinking my crush was watching me play tag with my friends. I thought I was cool and awesome and ran like an athlete, but in fact I was sweating like a fat pig, had a runny nose, and ran like those ninja in the Naruto anime.

I looked like an idiot, running away from the spider townhouse while squealing from the joint pain.

After "silently" leaving the area full of spiders, it didn't take too long to find another potential prey to add to my menu.

As much as I want to see a psychologist for what I just experienced, sadly, life must go on and I have to keep moving forward, especially away from that spider townhouse.

I tried to approach it without alerting my new found prey; it looked like a chicken, but this chicken is walking on all fours; it kept moving around, so it took a while for me to find a good spot for an ambush.

Then, as the chicken pecked the ground and moved towards me, suddenly a wild centipede-like creature came out from the ground, like a fly trap plant or a bear trap, but this time it's a chicken trap.

Its claws emerged from the ground, blocking the path the chicken could escape, and like an eagle catching its prey, it didn't take a second, fast as fuck boi!, and all of its legs, aka teeth, aka spear feet, pierced the chicken in all directions, and its jaws bit the chicken's head and chewed on it, like a mantis chewing on its prey.

That centipede is around 80–100 inches long and as huge as my thigh.

I stood up from the bush where I was preparing my ambush.

"Ratatouille it is."

I turned around and walked away, ignoring the gore that was happening behind me.

After I left that area and searched for ratatouille prey, I stumbled upon a black-brownish slimy substance ahead of me.

It looked like quicksand, but as I stood still observing it, I felt that the slimy substance was getting closer to me, NO! I am not hallucinating; that thing is really getting closer, albeit at a very slow pace.

It slowly crawled its way towards me, its body started to stretch and thin, revealing the bones of its prey stuck to its slimy body.

I moved back when I felt shivers in my back. One thing is for sure: if this thing gets to latch on to me, I won't turn into one of Spiderboi's nemeses.

Once the slimy substance noticed that I was slowly moving back, it started to behave erratic and frantic, trying to crawl very hard as its body kept stretching and wiggling, and then "Snap!" the fucking slime tore apart, and it fucking turned into a projectile, heading its slime towards me. Startled and creeped out!

"KYAH"

Me, being a little bitch, screamed like one; imagine a bodybuilder screaming and sounding like a Japanese Lolli.

The damn slime slingshot its body part at me, I managed to jump from the side in time, but of course while screaming like a little bitch.

Frantically trying to stand up and escape, I didn't look back and ran like I was trying to impress my crush in PE class, sweating, breathing from the mouth while shooting saliva, and sometimes forming a saliva bridge from the upper and lower lips as I breathed through my mouth, wide open.

"This just isn't my lucky day at all!"

As I kept running and running, I accidentally hit something with my legs, ending up with me face-diving into the soil with my mouth open.

Surprised by the sudden turn of events, I hurriedly checked behind me, preparing to do some acrobat shit to avoid any sense of danger and see what fucked up shit I got myself into this time.

"ra... raa... RATATOULIE!! RATAOULIE! come here, you little bugger."

"Squeek!? Squeek!!>.