oyez oyez gentes dames et nobles damoiseaux

[accatone]

Hark, hark O you stranger the story mine. Orphan of the sunk Trap-heaven, I have peregrinated through the meanders of the web, fearing the forever loss of the paradise of the futanari and the traps. The Journey was long, the pangs of angst insufferable, great dismay I endured and eternal fall many often I contemplated. After having seen both the Trap heaven sink and its twin sister the Trap chan, of me I thought it was the end. But Hermes who thrice is great, through beams and old comrades, of which rests floated by the disaster struck, guided my way to the land of Futanari Palace. May I find on this island of such an auspicuous name, good rest and joy.