Before reading, there are a large number of spider beauty pictures in this article, and babies who are afraid of arthropods and reptiles should be cautious!
In the college dormitory, there is a classmate who loves to raise some strange animals. Whether it is a lizard turtle or a spider snake, it is his beloved pet.
He named his own spider "Defa", and one day, when the spider went missing, he was very depressed, and when he lost it, he was ecstatic. After three or four years of getting along, we have already formed a bond.
The above picture is a few photos taken out of his space, for safety reasons, or just put the thumbnail and do not enlarge the picture.
I had lost my initial fears and admired the diversity of nature. Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with Spider-Man, or maybe I think these "pets" helped me fend off other little bugs. Of course, not everyone likes them, and the other roommate is like this. Maybe it was because one of them had climbed from the duvet to his neck.
At the very least, the spiders and other little cuties have my roommates around, and I recognize them (personal hobbies deserve respect). I know things about people cleaning up or trampling on spiders that are scurrying around the house and keeping them away from themselves, just because these things are trying to make their home there. Humans must be spider nightmares.
If the roles were reversed, maybe we would feel something different.
It's so coincidental that now we have the opportunity to experience that feeling.
Welcome to Grounded!
First entrance to the garden
It's a shrinking world of human beings, children, to be precise. In 1989, an American family science fiction comedy film "Honey, I Made My Kids Smaller" swept the world. Now we can enter such a world.
Here, we are only the size of a pushpin, perhaps smaller. Struggle in an ecosystem that you and I have never noticed, allow yourself to eat and drink enough to survive. And the mosquitoes, mites, and aphids that no one cared about before have become huge.
It's a kind of Minecraft-like base-building game where you can collect materials from the small, large environments around you, such as cutting down blades of grass the size of trees, and turning them into different things.
The more material you analyze at the research station, the more options you unlock, from mite-filled pillows to slimy candlesticks and mushroom gardens.
However, unlike Minecraft, Survival in Confinement has a more scripted world, with a story to provide structure and a variety of paths. You're essentially trying to figure out what's going on, why you're so small, why there's such a small research base here. Not many stories have come to fruition yet, but the content has a lot of potential, especially when you spot a quirky bearded robot with conversation options and daily tasks. Here, obsidian's RPG characteristics are evident.
If you want to continue to solve the mystery of shrinking, you must learn to survive in the garden, and the first lesson of survival is to explore and collect in the garden. After entering the game, in addition to the strange and familiar scenes around you, there is also the eye-catching status bar in the lower left corner of the screen, which directly tells the player the basic requirements of survival in the game - endurance, physical strength, hunger and thirst. Most of the player's actions require endurance, and performing activities will consume hunger and thirst, and when stamina reaches zero, it will game over, and need to be over from the spawn point again.
But when I say that Survival in Confinement is a world like never before, batteries, baseballs, and juice boxes thrown on the grass (actually a pretty messy backyard), that's not entirely true.
First encounter with spiders
Because it's the spiders that dominate here, and they're beautiful. This brings us back to the title.
Obsidian's care and care for the spiders warmed my heart. This is the way they move: as they move forward, their legs churn up and down, gliding eerily like a twitching hand of terror. They curl their legs together when they rest.
Coupled with the huge bodies in the game, when facing them, it will make me feel like Frodo in The Lord of the Rings, facing the cannibal spider corpse.
I think there is no doubt who is the boss in this world.
Spiders are a major threat in Confinement, and a variety of insects have various abilities: cannon rifles spew boiling venom from their tails, bed bugs release an unbearable stench, tarantulas use their poisonous fangs to bite their opponents... Extra care is required when facing these enemies, and the slightest carelessness can start all over again. They patrol around the nest, pushing large blades of grass aside as they walk (if you see the grass swaying, you know something big is moving), and if they see you, even if they're quite far away, they'll roar and rush toward you on their front legs high, like real spiders.
They're spiders, and they move very fast — have you ever seen how fast they scurry on the bedroom floor? Very impactful. Trust me, don't try to fight with any of them.
I can't remember how many times, when I was absent-mindedly smashing acorns around the oak tree, a wandering orb Weaver swooped down on me, and the silk spraying from the tail would wrap me tightly. I also don't remember how many backpacks I stuffed with hanging from the trunk of the tree in the game.
Building and fighting is another way to survive in this game. After a short period of familiarization with the environment, the first thing to do is to build a camp that meets your long-term living needs. After collecting materials, players can take them to the labs scattered around the garden for analysis and unlock new item crafting drawings.
The choice of camps also gives players a variety of options, from absolutely safe but smaller stakes to larger but potentially dangerous smooth boulders, or to the grass adjacent to insects.
Three encounters with tarantulas
And what happened after that may have cast a shadow on my young mind.
It all started when I needed to leave the base under the oak trees, because I was hungry and thirsty. It was night, I didn't have a flashlight, and I now know how stupid my decision to rush into the darkness was, because the unknown was so terrible. But I had no choice.
It was then that I heard a voice, a growl coming from my throat.
I decided to investigate and poked my head out of the doorway, and just then I heard a roar and the noise of battle, and rushed in.
The game tells me: "Warning: There is a threat!!! ", but I can't see what it is.
I waited for a while, regained my composure, and poked my head out again. Something moved for a moment, and then a huge head with many glowing eyes and two huge fangs stretched out toward me. That's not the golden silk round spider I've seen before!
I rushed back again, watching its thick, black legs against the doorway, trying to find a way in, but the beast was too big to get in, at least that's what I thought. I was emboldened, took my seemingly insignificant spear, and poked forward sideways, and to my surprise, it retreated. I waited, staring at the door, and nothing happened. Is it gone?
I moved forward again.
Whoops~
It's not gone! This time, as it roared, something unexpected happened: it jumped down the hallway with me. A Wolf Spider! A tarantula-looking, car-sized spider blocked the only exit to the underground base where I was trapped.
That moment terrified me. Even looking back now, it makes me shudder, but it's really exciting.
When I re-read the file and played in a different way, as soon as I saw the morning dawn, I frantically broke out and rushed to the water, and I finally floated on a leaf in the middle of the water, watching the morning light fade, skimming the garden, destroying the darkness, ushering in the light.
I tell you, this is probably one of the most beautiful sunrises I've ever seen, and it's all due to the horror of the night before.
I'm tired of being bitten by a spider and I never want to see it again. My experience of Survival in Confinement has always been dominated by spiders, and I wondered what else was in the world, so I began to deliberately avoid them.
I roughly knew where the round spiders were patrolling (I didn't know where the tarantulas came from), so I avoided them.
Not far from under the oak trees, I built a new camp. I spent a long time in the new camp, where I never had any trouble, except once when I hit an ant and then it rushed towards me with its companions, and I struggled to learn how not to make the ant angry. But other than that, nothing was too much trouble.
So, imagine that one night when I was erecting some grass walls, I heard another tooth-shaking roar, and then another, maybe the other, bloody tarantula jumped into my camp with me. This is the second time!
Somehow, this tarantula was like a nightmare to me, as if it had followed me.
I hid inside, avoiding those fangs, and then I built a "reclining" bed within reach and slept all night, and the spider was gone, even though it was standing right next to me.
Later, I made an acorn breastplate to match my clover helmet, and finally I found a plant to use to make arrows. When I was fully armed, I was full of confidence. I still avoided the round spider's patrol field well, still super careful, and my patience paid off.
Until another thing, guess what?
You guessed it:
The tarantula, which waddled through the jungle like an elephant, is here again.
"Why me?! What have I done to you? I help friends who haven't abused you in reality! Why do you keep attacking me? “
Now, I'm stuck in a carbonated drink can and an angry tarantula is trying to get in, and this time it really can't – the carbonated drink can is too small! Usually favorite fat house happy water finally helped me!
No matter how far the spider went out of my sight, as soon as I stepped out, it would come back quickly from a distance to stop me, so I was trapped.
Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if the spider is working properly, maybe there's a bug. But in a way I didn't mind, because it seemed normal for me to be powerless in the face of this magical beast. I was a little fascinated by it, and I thought that one day I could bravely face it after getting more advanced equipment, and then I became the king of the jungle.
I think that's what happens to spiders that are found in people's homes, and they're hunted just to survive. Maybe this tarantula had vented all the pain of its kind on me.
Should this article be renamed "About My Three Encounters with Tarantulas in < Confinement survival >"?
Doesn't it know I'm a friend?
I know Defa!!!
May there be peace in the world!!!