A New Reign

I am Kriktullus, the overlord of this world we have found. For long in the outlands we had lived, a wasteland of titanic beasts, monsters with feathers, fur and scales alike. They foolishly live in the lands beyond this place our people have found, happily crawling in the dirt, in the cold. I bring my people to a new age, a new territory which my offspring and I will encapsulate the titans in the webs of demise.

The titans, the massive fleshy-bodied vagrants who claim the territory for their own will have it no longer. They sit for eternities, gorging and wasting away while we plot our hostile takeover, expanding our empire within their walls. We lost many men in the past, but in our scouting missions we have learned they writhe in fear when they see our bodies. They speak obscenities at us, are disgusted by us. We are the future, we are the superior race. We create massive networks of steel within minutes, while they make nothing. Since the colossal fortress was formed, these titans have done nothing, built nothing.

Soon. Soon we will strike, wrapping their weak bodies in our steely threads. My sons, daughters and all others will move in unison, spreading out from the steely ducts, drains and vents at once, to become the rulers of this land, I will rule this fortress and claim it for our people. These four-limbed weak species know nothing of superiority, of success, of evolution.

We are the evolution. Eight-limbed, steel-creating gods who stream down from all angles, replicate by the thousands, and fight to the last to claim what is rightfully ours. We have lived in this fortress since the beginning, but our time is now. The titans shall fall. The spiders will reign.

We strike tomorrow.