///Red Widow Nests pre-badend and full. Occurs when losing to generic red widows and moves player to cocoon room.
///Bad end counter == 1. On sleep, clear counter.
You come to, still alive and in one piece, but completely shrouded in silk. It is very hard to tell up from down, and you instinctively struggle against the bindings. The venom must be wearing off, because with every passing moment you feel better, and even recover your sense of orientation, realizing you must be upside down. Taking a calming breath, you ready yourself, and then tear through the cocoon! The fresh air rushes in, and you spend several minutes working your way out and knocking away many relatively small red widows that were hanging around.

Back on solid ground, you take stock of the situation. Nothing feels right. There's a pool of water nearby, and straining to see under the shadow of the webbed canopy, you try to examine your reflection.
{random body part changed to red widow part, if not afflicted by Liddellium. Roll each separately, can get many, one, or none at all.}
Skin (only if it is not pale, white, ashen): A sickly pale face looks back you. Your skin has become translucent white all over.
Arms: As your hands touch the ground to steady yourself, you notice their dark red, chitinous covering. The chitin is thin, especially on your hands themselves and the underside of your arm, but the topside is thick enough that you can hardly feel your digits tapping on it. It doesn't seem that strong, however, so it won't substitute armor.
Any chitin to red: Your previous chitin is standing out against the greens and brown of the swamp; your natural plating is all red, like a sign to any that you are dangerous.
Eyes: It's not the darkness, your eyes are straining because--because you have 8 of them now! You have two almost normal eyes flanked by smaller ones, then two small pairs on your forehead.
Teeth: Taking a heavy, open-mouth breath, you see your thin, needle-like teeth. The shock has you hesitate in closing your maw once more, but after warily trying, you see them comfortably tuck themselves away inside, as if nothing was amiss. //Spider fangs, but fatigue damage initial and over time instead of lust.
Drider to Red Drider: Your foreleg instinctively caresses you in examination, revealing the spindle is red--alarmingly, as you nearly mistake it for a red widow. It seems your spider-like lower half now has coloration and proportions closer to the red widows. Something tells you that you still won't pass as a native, however.
Non-drider to red drider: A long, red spider leg rises to caress your [face], making you turn in shock! However, it was just your own unconscious motion. [b:You have the lower body of a large and intimidating red widow.]
/Merge
You do seem otherwise healthy enough, but any more venom in your body could be dangerous. [b:It would be best if you got to safety and rested before risking something like this again.] The webs you were just stuck to begin to sway and you hear skittering. It's time to get moving!
///Bad end == 2. Bad-ended!
You can't feel your limbs. Everything seems heavy and you feel like you have quicksand for [if (hasgooskin) {goo|blood}], but you can feel that you're swaying just slightly. Hearing begins to return and you notice the sounds of little skittering spiders crawling around on the silk that covers you. You're in a cocoon again! That's why it's so dark, you realize. There must be an unreal amount of venom in your body, and you'll need a lot more time to work it out of your system.

A very large spider leg steps on your shoulder through the silk.

You need to escape [i:now.] Wincing, you fail to move anything, and your head is foggy. [if (armor==Valeria) {The cocoon is getting wetter, and you hear a strained grunting--Valeria! You forgot you're not alone! [say: I-I can do it, I--] but her words turn into a gasp as fangs pierce the silk where she was trying to tear. [say: I can't hold myself together...] she says amid groaning. Fluid begins running up your collar and face. You must be upside down, and Valeria is going to drown you unintentionally! The paralysis prevents you from resisting, and some her slime gets inhaled through your nose, provoking a painful coughing fit[if (hasgooskin) { as the venom-filled gelatin is forced to mix toxicly with your own}].

The silk around your head is torn away, and the slime rushes past you toward the swampy muck below. Jelly-like mush sprays out your nose, your head aches, your eyes burn, but after your chest heaves against itself again, you eject the last of it. There's only blind hope that Valeria will recover from that, as you truly don't know. But that bite must have been meant for you--will [i:you] survive it? Your inability to struggle like she did seems to convince the spider that it isn't necessary to bite again|There's a definite nausea taking over, and your impotent attempts at moving seem to make it worse. Every [if (metric) {drop|ounce}] of willpower is needed--you jerk against the bindings! The giant spider, incensed, bites your neck through the cocoon and, once more, your insides burn. This time it is too much, your breathing ceases and...

The silk in your face is unraveled}]. At least now you have the open air, and the disconcerting sight of this human-sized red widow holding your cocoon. The one comforting notion is that it doesn't want you dead yet. Your tongue is thick in your mouth, only barely able to breath, and a long shot from being able to yell. The great arachnid presses down, a wave of hot, humid air rolling from its body. With horrifying purpose, it lowers its grotesque abdomen toward your head. Viscous, translucent fluid drips from the creature's epigyne, pooling on your cheeks and neck. The taste is bitter yet erogenous. Too paralyzed to close your mouth, something bulbous and slick begins to push past your teeth.

You gag around it, unable to stop the slow, invasive pressure. Slippery, jelly-like spheres begin to slide down your throat. Some well-suppressed instinct says you're choking, but the venom denies anything more than a squirm. Your eyes roll back, body convulsing weakly as your gullet stretches to accommodate them. Yet despite the horror, you feel horny, the mass passing through your esophagus stimulating the passage. A choked gurgle escapes you as more eggs follow. The web shakes to and fro as the spider humps your face, pushing more inside.

Each egg is a hot, wet, slimy mass. You feel them settle heavily in your stomach, one after another, until your gut begins to distend. The bloat becomes unbearable, packed with pulsing foreign life. Life that, at some point, is going to have to come out. You groan in distress, mind fighting to hold onto itself and deny this fate.

Finally, the spider withdraws. Your insides churn, your breathing shallow beneath the crushing weight. The red widow looks down at you and gently strokes the cocoon. If you're lucky, these creatures will kill you before the birthing, as you know deep down you are a living egg sac, and will surely die a painful death when the spiderlings eat their way out.
==Bad End==