Oh, and there are no painkillers for this kind of pregnancy. There are no hands to break and you can't blame the impregnater because she's several thousand feet underground laughing at the pain you are going through.
Noob: Ooohh what this? Reaper: Roarr! Noob: Yeets a stone. Reaper: Grrr! Noob: Keeps shooting stones. Reaper: Glows pink Noob: Ohh pretty! Reaper: Picks up noob. Noob: What are u doing what are you AaAAAAHHHH!!! Reaper: Hehe. Noob: Wut da heck. *Two hours pass* AHHHH HELP MEEE IT'S BURSTIN' OUTTA MA CHEST! *Baby reaper pops out of his chest* Noob: Awww cute! Baby reaper: REEEEE! *Latches onto his face* And that's how Noob died.
I think I got too attached to my Reaper. When it was born I built an entire room for it complete with a tiny makeshift crib and blue wood walls. I cherished everyday with it and when I lost it to a level 175 Crab while I was tripping out on mushrooms I invited the whole god damned server to a funeral
(Oh and afterwards we had a feast and guess what was on the menu, Crab)