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After 48 hours and some major blood loss, Cultist had given birth to a girl. She had her mother's eyes and her
After 48 hours and some major blood loss, Cultist had given birth to a girl. She had her mother's eyes and her
father's stern, zombie face.  
father's stern face.  


"Whee have birthed her for Kayoss! Waht should whee name her..?"
"Whee have birthed her for Kayoss! Waht should whee name her..?"
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The doorbell rang. Sister Vanity opened the door, and what did she find on the doorsteps?
The doorbell rang. Sister Vanity opened the door, and what did she find on the doorsteps?
A baby girl with Dranon's face, giggling alone in the night and smelling faintly of bacon. Sister Vanity sighed; another orphan for the Schola Progenis. She scooped up the baby in her arms, and together they disapeared inside.
A baby girl with giggling alone in the night and smelling faintly of bacon. Sister Vanity sighed; another orphan for the Schola Progenis. She scooped up the baby in her arms, and together they disapeared inside.


"Maybe it would be best not to ask where you came from," Vanity mumbled.
"Maybe it would be best not to ask where you came from," Vanity mumbled.
-GOOD ENDING-
-GOOD ENDING-



Revision as of 09:53, 17 November 2009

The following article is a /tg/ related story or fanfic. Should you continue, expect to find tl;dr and an occasional amount of awesome.

"Mastoor!"

"What now?"

"Whee think whee ahre pregnant."

"No shit? Any idea whos the father?" Dranon grinned

"Hyuu ahre!"

In 10.000 years old Dranons life, this was, by far, longest moment ever.


After 48 hours and some major blood loss, Cultist had given birth to a girl. She had her mother's eyes and her father's stern face.

"Whee have birthed her for Kayoss! Waht should whee name her..?"

"Don't bother with it" Dranon interrupted.


The doorbell rang. Sister Vanity opened the door, and what did she find on the doorsteps? A baby girl with giggling alone in the night and smelling faintly of bacon. Sister Vanity sighed; another orphan for the Schola Progenis. She scooped up the baby in her arms, and together they disapeared inside.

"Maybe it would be best not to ask where you came from," Vanity mumbled.

-GOOD ENDING-

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