A late evening walk in the woods seemed like a good idea at the time, when suddenly there's an eerie chill in the air... much too cold for this time of year. A violet miasma forms close by and you turn you find an Arachne materializing from within it. It looks at you, you look at it. With an elegant sweep of it’s pale arms it begins to primp and preen its bouffant mane -- is it trying to copy your hairstyle?! What do you do?
cmmnd> adopt new pet














