My use of some of the fanart you guys have sent me as wallpapers just spread to my phone. So far I've got 14 pieces of Worm art on rotation here. :)

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My use of some of the fanart you guys have sent me as wallpapers just spread to my phone. So far I've got 14 pieces of Worm art on rotation here. :)

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âIâm not!â
âThen stab me!â I raised my voice, shouted at him. Â âOr are you just a bully, getting weak in the knees when youâre facing someone that stands up to you!?â
Either way, not the kind of person we want in Skitterville.
He made a motion as if he was going to lunge for me, then stopped.
âPathetic,â I snarled. Â Not for the crowd. Â I said it for him and him alone.
Much like what she said to Bitch, although here it seems more like a matter of who she meant to draw meaning from it than whom she made it audible to.
He lunged, holding the knife with both hands to drive it into my stomach, just beside where I had the armor. Â I resisted the urge to bend over, but I did have to step back for balance, and I had to put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
Time to tango!
I clutched his shoulders, digging my nails in for grip. Â I could feel pain radiate from my stomach and into my lower abdomen and chest. Â That was despite the fact that the fabric of my costume had kept it from piercing my flesh.
I suppose the pressure and possible small cut is bad enough.
I forced myself to stand straighter, still holding his shoulders. Â He stabbed again, but it was ineffectual. Â
Big Man used Stab!
Itâs not very effective...
Knocking one of my hands from his shoulder, he used the space that gave him to slash at my throat. Â The first hit had hurt because of the force of the charge behind it, I could almost ignore these follow-up strikes.
Good thing weâve established that throat slashing doesnât work all that well with this costume.
He stepped back and looked at his knife, confused. Â I hadnât gone down.
I canât help but imagine Link. Specifically, Link from Ocarina of Time, staring at the ocarina after learning a song, looking like heâs never seen an ocarina before.
In addition to the Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff comic I linked, Taylor calling the knife guy âbig manâ reminded me of one of my favorite exchanges in Homestuck.
...I kinda hope this excerpt convinces some of you to read it.
To the crowd, it would look like Iâd just transported myself to the back of the truck and materialized from the swarm. Â I hoped. Â It was a cheap ploy, obvious to anyone who thought about it.
But really cool.
I was banking on the fact that the swarm I had blocking out most of the sun and the whole dramatic lead-up would help sell the illusion.
Let no one claim that Skitter Hebert doesnât have a sense for the theatrical.
The masks also, I noted, did a good job at hiding the identities of the six men and two women. Â If it werenât for that, Iâd think Coil was trying to be funny, giving the hazmat crew to the bug girl.
Heh.
Whatever image I conveyed, whether it was in the role of a leader or as a potentially dangerous villain, it had given me elbow room. Â Coilâs employees had chosen to sit, cramped together, closer to the rear of the truck. Â I sat atop a crate with my back to the truckâs cab, watching the road behind us.
Itâs pretty clear that this whole individual base thing is functionally a promotion for each of the Undersiders. I doubt itâs random that this happened so soon after Extermination, from a metatextual perspective - after Leviathanâs attack as a climax for a supposed part 1 of the story (itâll be easier to see if thatâs an accurate description in retrospect), it makes a whole lot of sense to start shaking up the status quo a bit, by first adding Imp to the group, then revealing the true extent of Regentâs power, and now having Skitter and the rest sort of âgraduateâ from the Undersiders. I know theyâre still a team and will be working together again, but theyâre much looser-knit all of a sudden and now can start leading their own groups under the Undersider umbrella and Coil.
In other words, after the end of part 1, itâs time for part 2 of Skitterâs career.

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Slowly, they began to peel away from the group and leave. Â I began letting the swarm disperse, but I used the fact that I had the bugs all together to direct a mass towards my lair. Â The cream of the crop â the good ones.
Sweet. I guess this could act as protection for the Hive?
As Coilâs men got back in the truck, my swarm-sense told me that one person had stayed behind. Â I turned to get a better look at her.
Hm, whatâs up? Battery stick around out of costume or something?
She was twenty or so, and her red hair had been set into long dreadlocks that she must have been growing for years. Â I wasnât sure on the effect â white people didnât grow good dreadlocks.
True. Iâm no dreadlock expert, but I seem to recall hearing about that having something to do with genetics and white people having to do something to their hair for dreadlocks to be possible at all, something that doesnât go well with water (resulting in the stereotype that black people with dreadlocks donât wash their hair) and doesnât look as good as black peopleâs dreadlocks. Something like that.
I do like red hair, though.
She wore rain boots, a calf-length skirt, and had a colorful bandanna around her forehead. Â She was pale, and she fidgeted nervously, not making eye contact. Â High or afraid?
Whoever she is, sheâs got a neat design. More detailed than Big Manâs, too, which makes me think she might be a more important character. The way sheâs lingering behind, not part of the crowd scene, adds to that feeling.
Battery surveyed the crowd again. Â âWhatâs your agenda?â
Yâknow, I really like this sort of upfront conversation between hero and villain-with-good-intentions.
âDo I have to have one?â
âYes. Â Your kind always has an agenda.â
Thatâs a bit alignmentist, but not unjustified.
âMaybe Iâm unique.â
âNo, knowing what you tried to pull with pretending to be a villain? Â Or pretending to be a hero thatâs pretending to be a villain?
Heh, yeah, figures thereâd be a bit of uncertainty around that. She either tricked the Undersiders into thinking she was a villain or she tricked Armsmaster into thinking she was trying to be a hero. Either way, she had a facade and a plan.
Youâre more likely to have some scheme at play than anyone else.â
That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I see what you mean.
I was interrupted from my thoughts. Â A man shouted, and I saw the crowd backing away.
Ah, shit. Heroes, Merchants, desperate person who didnât get a box?
Either way, this sounds like trouble.
It was one of the men whoâd had a weapon. Â Heâd drawn and swung a crude knife to ward people off and grinned maniacally at the reaction he was getting.
Of course one of these guys ended up causing trouble. No real surprise there.
The scruff of beard on his chin was white, but it seemed rather premature given his apparent age. Â He was shirtless, with a long sleeve shirt tied around his waist, and scratches crisscrossing his upper body. Â His buddies stood back, smirking and grinning.
Huh, interesting design.
At least itâs not Jack Slash, unless heâs got a pretty good disguise.
It was a bad judgement call to pull this right in front of me, but I supposed people were at a point where they werenât at their most rational. Â That, or he was high on something. Â I could see him as a member of the Merchants, either way.
Yeeah. To all of that.