Dawn. You creep cautiously up the stairs past your sleeping comrades. The Silicon Emperor’s roving bands of death spiders didn’t find you as you slept. That’s good, but now it’s time to hunt. The death spiders have been fed your gene signature and those of all the other Designated Nopes. You must find and kill the death spiders before they kill you. You open the cellar door, just a crack. You are immediately eaten by death spiders.