My friends, nay, my brothers. So far, you've seen some shit: lamias, harpies, centaurs and mermaids. You have liked some of what you have seen. Even prematurely declared a best girl. It's fine, I forgive you. I forgive you because I understand. The frontier upon which we tread is ripe with delectable fruits, it's only natural that you would seize upon the first promising candidate you see.
But now you must understand: this has all been mere preparation. Innoculation. Had you been introduced to best girl Rachnee from the very beginning, your mind would have reeled, your skin would have prickled and your blood would have run thick with dread as the fiend in the depths of your heart clawed its way to the surface in one viscious thrust in order to cry out in deviant jubliee. "Who'd want to fuck a spider?" you would ask, blissfully unaware of your
ignorance, much like Adam before he bit into the fruit.
But you are a different man (or woman: we have those, right?) than the one you were not even two months ago, are you not? Something inside you has changed. Mutated. The serpent stands ready to make his offer.
So we ask, are you worthy? Of course not. That's why you were treated to but a mere glimpse of best girl Rachnee this week. Take this final week to reflect upon yourselves, and renounce the false idols that you have taken. Next week...next week, you shall experience revelation.
