Mosquito God 0.51% to birth.

So… spiders are absolutely terrifying. Especially when they are bigger than you are… GOD! I HATE THIS! SPIDERS! LET ME OUT OF HERE!

At that, the spiders resumed their advance towards me. Slowly getting closer, hopefully not to murder me. As they reached me, they started eating the air around me. When they finished, I gracefully plopped to the ground. Yes, graceful as a potato being launched out of a cannon. Mhmm. The literal perfect picture of grace.

Well then, on the ground I wiggled a little, getting the last of what I assume was threads that were binding me off, and flew up to my… newest cultists.

There were hundreds of spiders just sitting on the webs, 216 to be exact. And they were just sitting there silently, staring at me. I could feel the bonds I held with each of the individual spiders, and they all shared the same desire. They were hungry, starving. There wasn’t enough food for them here, and eventually they would start turning on each other.

So, I guess I have two options. Leave these horrifying monstrosities to defend for themselves and hope everything goes well, or try to feed them. You know what? That first option seems mighty appetizing. Yes, survival of the fittest and all that, I think they’ll be fine. So! Off into the unknown!

Skill Messenger of the Mosquito God Provides a new quest!!!

Protect the Cult

Success:

Keep the Cult of The Mosquito God alive for at least 20 days.

Failure:

The Cult of The Mosquito God shrinks to less than 5 members within 20 days.

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Penalty for failure:

Soul will be given to the higher being with the most grudges against you.

Current Target: Illinois, God of Insects(+)

Accept Quest(Y/N)

YOU’RE NOT EVEN OFFERING REWARDS THIS TIME! WHAT IS THIS? At least last time you promised a carrot with the stick! Now it’s just a stick! That is not how you are supposed to get people to do things!

Messenger of the Mosquito God activated. Quest accepted.

And of course no choice. You’re getting worse, Mosquito God, you know that? I bet it’s Elly’s influence, isn’t it? You know, you should probably distance yourself from her a bit, if this is what she’s teaching you. Try another god, one more charming! Like… Illi- nope nevermind. I guess Elly works for now. I’ll find you a better option eventually, though. Just you wait! I will find you a good mentor!

Now then… how to feed 200 spiders? That, my friends, is a conundrum. Is there even a way to feed 200 spiders in this place? I think I’m the only bug around, and there isn’t much else.

Alright spiders! What do you normally eat? At my question, my head was swarmed with pictures of… other spiders. Alright, yikes, this is gonna be a problem. Cannibalistic spiders, that’s great. Especially when I need them to stay alive. Ugh. Do you guys eat anything else?

At that, I only get images from a few of them. There are some images of various bugs that climb around on the trees. Alright, that’s a start! Let’s check on that!

At that thought, I flew a little higher up into the trees, and was met with a sight I never expected to see. There were some bugs on the branches higher up, and the higher I went, the more there were. A few branches above the spiders, they were sparse, just a bug here and there. A few branches above that, there were definitely more, I could see bugs every inch or so, way more than there should be on a tree. Then, as I flew up, it got worse. There were bugs everywhere. There was not an inch of free bench space on the tree, I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. All over were various kinds of bugs, beetles, worms, caterpillars, all fighting each other for food. There were beetles swarming over caterpillars and worms, ripping them apart as fast as they could. While the worms and caterpillars did their best to defend and eat the leaves.

And some of them were doing oddly well. A few caterpillars were surrounded in bodies of beetles, instead of living ones. Looking closely, it appeared that whenever they touched those caterpillars, the beetles just dropped dead, no warning. It was war down there. And it looked like the perfect place to feed my new cult. Because what is better than a pile of dead bugs to feed all of those spiders? The answer? Pretty sure it’s nothing.