 | | Recommended | by DoctaPuss
16.4 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.5 years ago | Last Played 2.0 years ago |
I was born into the ruins of a once great civilization. It was my grandma, my mother, my sister, and I. My sister was not much of a looker, so naturally I had all of the babies. I spent 25 long, happy years doing nothing but birthing and feeding babies. I had 11 beautiful children, 10 of which were my own. 10 of the 11 survived, number 10 (Charles), however did not. He was born at the time of a bear attack, and was instantly mauled not even 3 seconds after having been born. My only regret in my life, was that all of my children ate the food that was next to me, causing me to starve while caring for 2 babies at the ripe old age of 37. |
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