The Birth of Drelu 3:56
It was December. The chemical scent drifted through the white room. On the bed lay a very average woman. As she screamed and moaned, the surgeons pried open her stomach flaps. An hour earlier, she had been told she would need an immediate C-section. As the doctors dug, they noticed the womb was glowing... they continued to tear her open until they were able to pull out the baby. He was glowing and covered in warm liquid gold. The baby would later be named Drelu.
The Birth of Kuhleeb 4:20
It was nice and cold outside; late winter. The baby just popped right out into the cold snow. He was an ugly one. His father left him at four. He had a depressing childhood. He decided he needed a daddy. He created EtiamTata and is now its Leader.
The Birth of Kyriee 6:69
It was October. The parents did not even know the mom was pregnant. They were in a pumpkin patch looking for a pumpkin so they could make a jack-o' lantern. All of a sudden, Kyriee just popped herself out of there. She hit her head on a pumpkin, and hard. She was an average child. She met Kuhleeb sometime in her single digits. Like anyone who had ever seen him, she was extremely attracted to Teeki. She wanted into EtiamTata.
The Birth of Gretchen 9:11
It was March. The "father" did not know that Marcelu was pregnant because Marcelu had cheated on him. Gretchen popped out and grabbed a clover. She sucked and blew on it until her "father" came back.
The Birth of Teeki 6:91
He just popped right out. We now worship him.
The Birth of Rhonda 5:92
It was a bright day outside. Bakke was sneaking around outside.
(To be continued)
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