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Sometimes he wondered how anyone could start living here.

The marsh was the first indicator that his time here was going to be a challenge, even without the lack of powers he had grown accustomed to and the added problem of dealing with the arachnophobes. Dark, gloomy, filled with vines and trees, seemingly designed to piss someone off when they tried to move through it. It was definitely an effective wall, he admitted, especially since people were apparently prone to rigging traps to halt all movement towards the city, and was definitely tactically sound, but it was difficult for any group that wanted to have a large amount of joiners. That's how it seemed to him, at least, though apparently he was completely wrong on all accounts. Eighteen joiners. Seventeen people other than him decided this place was a good area for sustaining life. He was excused, to be frank, since he had just woken up here - apparently whatever powers that be, whether it was random dimensional shifts, some sort of god, or whatever else could have done it, decided this place was close enough to the group he used to live in, which was certainly fair. Maybe he was just an insane person. That was also an option, he admitted, that he was just making up the years of his past after some unfortunate brain damaging incident. Unlikely, but it had to be considered. After the marsh was the forest, which was significantly less annoying, he had to admit, but it was still... off. Weird. It might just be the inter-dimensional jet lag but something about this whole place was definitely off.

Probably the crater, now that he was looking at it, gazing into the bottom of the strange hole with little regard of his own safety. Nuclear testing, huh? That seemed to be the most popular opinion, besides some moon conspiracy. It didn't quite make sense, though, considering everything else he knew. A very interesting crater, though, definitely something he'd explore when he had a hazmat suit of some sorts. Actually, speaking of hazmat suits, he had to get a Geiger counter, see if this shit really was radioactive, or if it was just magic. He was fully accepting of both answers.

Next stop on his tour was a lake, which was something. It most certainly was something. Somehow it was the same color as the marsh, and even more ridiculously, it seemed to support life, even though he could see a rotting feline corpse next to it. So it was probably poisonous, he thought. Fun. Might as well see if there were any samples to be found within, though, right? Right. That felt like a good idea, to go fishing in a potentially extremely radioactive body of water.

About an hour of non-stop weaving later, the spider had managed to make a fully fledged fishing net, from his understanding of basic survival skills. It was part of the reason why he had chosen the body, actually. Not only was it incredibly efficient in terms of movement and how much terrain he was able to easily access and very regenerative, making it rather durable, but it also had silk-making, which was amazing for both tool use and making sure people didn't bleed to death, which he had to do very often. More often than should be considered regular, if he was honest. His old home was a very violent place, after all.

The arachnid could be found sitting, watching the water of the odd poisonous lake, the line to a net firmly attached to one of his pedipalps.