07-15-2018, 04:15 PM
The living embodiment of the word arachnophobia seemed to be holding a mass meet and greet for all the new joiners - a good courtesy, he supposed, though what he didn't suppose was that the alcoholic feline would suspect him of joining in. How could any reasonable eight-legged being resist, he thought to himself, when it was so fun to talk to people? After all, he was a tarantula, more prone to hunting his prey than sitting in a web and letting them come to him. "Greetings. Abathur Everman," the spider spoke in that collected voice of his as he approached, looking significantly less muddy than when he joined, looking less gross and brown-green and more black, his natural color. It seemed they were having a contest about how fucked up they were. An interesting venture if nothing else. "Have no specific fact. More open to questions." He figured that he'd rather be questioned, since he couldn't really choose an interesting fact about himself. He just wasn't feeling too creative today, he supposed.
tags - "speech"