Hi guys. It’s been a while since you’ve seen a chapter from me. I’m sorry that this is not a chapter, but I’ll make it (hopefully) worth your while to read through all of this.
First things first: After having started and maintained this site for a over a year, I have decided to move in and join Xant & Minions, where my side series is also hosted. Any future chapters from me will be on their site. I will hopefully be able to provide higher quality (read: gooder englrishu) translations there. I do NOT intend to drop this series.
Old chapters will still be here, so don’t worry ’bout that. Also, I’ll make sure the new releases show up on Novel Updates (which if you don’t know about it, it’s a useful site. google it.) You’ll probably see another post from me when the next chapter is out.
Feel free to talk to me on Discord on the World Turtle server (discord.gg/3hSbGWs) , or the Xant and Minions server (https://discord.gg/mdMV4jw). (I’d be willing to give those who join the World Turtle server a sneak peek at Chapter 49, if you ask) For anybody who still wants access to the Google Docs that I’ve been putting at the top of the chapters that still have the raw Japanese and the English translations side-by-side (for whatever reason) then ask me for it on Discord (or by email, but preferably Discord), and I’ll set up a way to keep that going.
I have almost completed chapter 49, and am about a third of the way through the Christmas sidestory. I’ll make sure that gets out on X&M’s Christmas release. Well, everybody, thanks for reading my series, and also thanks for reading this announcement to the very end. I look forward to seeing all of you at my new home!
And finally, to close with something kinda poetic:
In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part… See… Great A’Tuin the turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell pocked With meteor craters. Through sea-sized eyes that are crusted with rheum and asteroid dust He stares fixedly at the Destination. In a brain bigger than a city, with geological Slowness, He thinks only of the Weight. Most of the weight is of course accounted for by Berilia, Tubul, Great T’Phon and Jerakeen, the four giant elephants upon whose broad and startanned shoulders the disc of the World rests, garlanded by the long waterfall at its vast circumference and domed by the baby-blue vault of Heaven.
— Terry Pratchett