The Most Autistic Moment in /TLHG/ History

NOTE: Before any writefag/drawfag mentioned in this story reads this, don't take anything in this personally, you all are very talented and this is just for shits and giggles.


It's been more than two months since the followers of Savino were lead out of their enslavement in /co/ to the promise land of /trash/.

	During this time, in order to keep the spirits of their people alive, some members of the Tribe of the Loud House took it upon themselves to create tales for their newly created holy book, The Booru.

	The first to inscribe his tale into the book was a man who went by the name, Cell. Cell took it upon himself to write a story about the God Lincoln becoming a man and having a harem with his goddesses sisters.

	Normally its sacrilege for followers of a religion to sexualize their gods, but the Tribe of the Loud House weren't like any other normal tribe, which could explain why the Pharaohs of /co/ didn't even bother to stop them from leaving.

	While some members of the tribe were disgusted by this sexualization of the Gods and Goddesses, stating it wasn't the way of Savino, many of the tribe could care less, and waited for Cell to continue his tale.

	Eventually more members stepped out of the shadow to follow in Cell's footsteps. While some came out with identities, others decided to stay anonymous, not wanting to bring attention to themselves. Because of this, even today, no one has been able to figure out who wrote the tale of the Goddess Lily becoming a slut to her brother, the God Lincoln.

	Within a month of settling in the promise land, the tribe had 15 known writers to The Booru: Cell, Nito, Spidey, Oppai, Coop, Perimity, Yaridovich, PanicAttack, BRanon, AnonSama, PrincessLoud, Buu, Soos, Ultrahand (formally known as Ross), and Broly.

	The 15 writers of The Booru got along with each other, knowing the importance of their job to prevent their people from going mad. The Prophet Nick used to regularly tell prophecies from Savino to his followers. But recently, the Prophet Nick has been holding back on the prophecies and taking trips to visit other kingdoms to spread the word of Savino. The writers tried their best to keep updating their stories to help their people get though these difficult periods of time between prophecies, which the Tribe would later call, "the Hiatuses".

	One fateful evening, as the Tribe settle down for their usual evening worship at The Last Holy General, also known as TLHG, a fight broke out between the writers.

	 A fight had broken out between Soos and Broly. Soos accused the newcomer Broly of stealing his form of writing, poetry. Broly defended himself, stating that he writes in a from he picked up from his travels in a far away land known as "Japan". He stated that the Japanese people called it a "haiku".

	Soos didn't put of with any of this shit and began fighting Broly. Cell was about to step forward to try and calm the tense situation, using his power of smugness and incest harem, but was stopped by Yaridovich and PrincessLoud.

	"Not yet Cell, let's see how this plays out."

Cell knew both of them have a sadistic side, he was sure they wanted to see the two writers kill each other.

	"No, I'm putting a stop to this foolishness!"

Cell didn't even move one inch before he was tackled to the ground by Buu.

	"UUUUUURRRGHGHGHGHHHHHHH!"

	"Damn it Buu, let me go!"

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGHHHHHHH!"

	Cell got tired of this bullshit and blasted Buu away with a Kamehameha, sending the pink warrior crashing into the nearest mountain side. Cell flew at the cliffside and began beating Buu to a pulp.

	The Tribe was taken away by this behavior, but their attentions quickly turned towards seeing the Sacred Hall of Lynncoln being vandalized with cuckoldry. Many of the Tribe were believers of the incestuous relationship between the God Lincoln and his sister, the Goddess Lynn, and ran towards the Hall, while singing the holy song of their people, ANGEL OF DEATH, to defend their art and attack the vandals with their ever increasing autism, which reached levels which haven't been seen since the days of Uncle Scraps.

	While most of the Tribe was no longer focusing on the growing scuffle between the writers, a few stayed behind, egging on the fighting. Spidey and Coop had enough of this and stormed out of the Temple, promising to come back eventually, its been more than 2 weeks now. Yanridovich and PrincessLoud sat down together and began taking notes on everything was going on to use as ideas for their next tales. They were even accompanied by a skeleton, who strangely wouldn't stop screaming.

	Eventually a fight broke out between Perimity, BRanon, and PanicAttack over which one had the lewdest tale. Ultrahand tried to defuse the situation by drawing fat art of the Goddess Luan, but all it did was make him horny and remember he needs to finish that tale he promised to the drawer DrawFriend, running off to work on it.

	AnonSama witness all the pain that was going on in the lewd fight, and used that as a source of inspiration to write the Tale of God Lincoln being abused by the Demon Ronnie Anne and being saved by his lover and sister, Goddess Lynn.

	Oppai and Nito, feeling left out in the big scuffle, tried to start something between each other. However, they both remembered they both worship the Goddess Luan and ran off together to the Temple of Luan, where they began worshiping and pleading to her to give them ideas and motivation to continue/finish their own respective tales.

	The shitstorm lasted though out the night and well into the morning. Getting feed up with this bullshit, the drawers JumpJump, DrawFriend, and DrawFriendsFriend began working on art, which they believed should calm everyone down and restore order.

	By the time the sun reached its highest peak in the sky, the three drawers finished their works: a comic of Yandere Luan, a very suggestive Lynncoln, and a very lewd Lincori. They made their way to TLHG and presented their work to the writers and the Tribe. Everyone was so taken away by the art that they stop their bickering and came together, complementing them on their works.

	Seeing how effect they were in calming everyone down, Frieza and Enclave also started to draw and presented the Tribe with shota and comfy Lynncoln art.

	Finally order had been restored to the Tribe of the Loud House, for they knew that they had wonderful writers and drawers who will help them get through even the most brutal of shitposting hours.