Originally by: Jihn Anolar

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Fellow CAOD dwellers, I come before you to tell a story. A story of growth, a story of romance, success and bitter anger. A heartfelt story, written from the depth's of the author's heart. I know now I post to my doom, but remember why I did it. Remember I was banned for something I believed in... And most of all remember Lady Scarlet.

((Full credit is to be given to Falz Erlingr, the true hero here and a [SHURK] we should all aspire to be.))

Somewhere in Geminate lay a relic of a time long past; of a time of heroes and settlers, of enterprises and broskis. However, today only a single monolithic entity sits lax in a decaying orbit around a lackluster moon. Too long it's last battle; too long since it was a haven for pilgrims looking for a new home. It had sat thier for a year, unused and bored if you could call it that.

****butt ****slamington: one of the only things it remebered. ****butt ****slamington: what it called itself proudly. ****butt ****slamington: a named whispered elsewhere, far away. But that was another time and another place. It had begin to enter the moons orbit and it would soon burn up on reentry, ending its long wait. As its sensors shutdown down one final check, it could have sworn blue angels came to take it into the next beyond. It had other plans. As they decended upon him, the last few derelict laser bateries came back to life, thier hulks creaking with a pain only a machine could know. ****butt hated the color blue.

Explosions ripped through the fleet as Lady Scarlet audibly gurgled a particularly virulent swear. An Ark was cut in two as ****butt slammed his Large Pulse Laser Batteries into its vulnerable center, the hull exploding and relasing gobs of liquid ozone before ignighting in a spectacular flash. Two Orcas simply fell apart from accedently having thier passwords reset, torn apart by singularity of the shields as countless other transports richocheted into the sun itself. How could this happen, she wondered as the steam released itself from the confines of her folds brought about by microbial mitosis. Why would it target friendly ships, the slobber spewed from her rotten gob. All that time hacking the BROS**** network was in vain. 90's pop music flooded the Leviathan containing her swollen corpse as her prize was tractored ever so slowly to the ship. Another few frieghters exploded violently, but this was nothing compaired to this Amarr Tower. Why? Because, she figured, it was sentient: able of doing everything Molle coulsn't and more for her gaping cave of womanhood.

****butt at this point was ****ed. Not even, he was mad. So mad. After a ****ing year of nothing, he was vagina deep in a space whale. It tried to flail its solar pannels in vain, as they merely tickled the quivering pile of flesh that covered the vaginal cannal of Lady Scarlet. Hour 43 of being used as somesort of vaginal backscratcher, ****butt wished it could get back to doing nothing interesting and sitting back in Geminate.

Lady Scarlet, on the other hand, had the time of her soon to be short type 2 diabeetus infested life. Each thrust led to her exploring more and more of the cavernous womb she possesed. After each spelunking probe, she could have sworn she had discovered anothe g-spot, however the more likely factor would just be that she has never experienced an orgasm as Molle's clown ***** was more suited for younger audiences. Think greasy sweat rolled down her back mounds like olive oil into Giygas' sideburns. Suddenly, she decided to stop before she hit the point of no return and went off to try something much more devient. She sighed contently as the Large Tower flopped out of her ***** much like a dragon dildo from Junko's chin gap.

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