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A ragtag group of bears huddled inside of a cave one April night. Whiskey was had, cubs were born, and roars were frequent. The offspring of this family of downtrodden bears, the spawns of these brave souls of our generation, worked feverishly to fill each dad's heart with love.

Fathering these creations became reality. The BearDads; however, found that after a few months their cubs' paws grew claws. The claws became sharp and their appetites vicious, mostly for the blood of corrupted tyrants and false prophets.