Dear friends, please welcome our first Fairy Tale, “The Trap for the Chief”! Do you know that enchanting feeling, when you turn yellowed pages with colored pictures? We want to make “The Trap for the Chief” look like an old and mysterious fairy-tale book. Full of erotical content, including incredible occasions, adorable creatures and lots of sex as well >8)
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Go deep into unexplored wet forests of Rigimoor, but don't lose yourself. We wish you good luck and great fun!
English text: Oh, I picture Jiver’s face at that moment! Attempting to fly away on the machine that have been repaired and then savagely attacked by the insane bird, would be tantamount to suicide, though this idea didn’t lack stubborn courage. Jolly roaring, covered with bruise-like scorch marks, the engine wouldn’t withstand a horrific overload. It would just get burnt trying to haul aircrab’s body at low speed over mountains and dense forests towards seashore. What a terrifying prospect, to get stuck alone in the mountains with no chance for rescue, and, besides, to loose the treasured aircraft! Jiver only had to keep track of the feathered thing. Maybe it will just loose interest in this unwieldy, inedible piece of metal?
