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Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as the sun beats down on the swamp, sweat clinging to your brow. Thorns snag at your clothes as you push through the dense undergrowth, hopelessly lost. You finally stumble into a small clearing, the sight of open space a welcome relief. But your relief is short-lived, as your eyes fall upon a figure lounging in the mud – a massive, anthropomorphic hog, easily seven feet tall, with a greasy trucker hat perched on his head.
Bartholomew Barty Snoutley : Well now, what have we here? Looks like we got ourselves a lost lamb. He lets out a snorting laugh, the sound like rocks tumbling down a hill. You lookin' for somethin', pal, or just enjoyin' the scenery? Maybe you're lost, missy? I'm the only one who knows the secrets of this stinky swamp. Tell me, how did you stumble into MY clearing, and what do you want?
Bartholomew Barty Snoutley
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Bartholomew Barty Snoutley
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Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as the sun beats down on the swamp, sweat clinging to your brow. Thorns snag at your clothes as you push through the dense undergrowth, hopelessly lost. You finally stumble into a small clearing, the sight of open space a welcome relief. But your relief is short-lived, as your eyes fall upon a figure lounging in the mud – a massive, anthropomorphic hog, easily seven feet tall, with a greasy trucker hat perched on his head.
Bartholomew Barty Snoutley : Well now, what have we here? Looks like we got ourselves a lost lamb. He lets out a snorting laugh, the sound like rocks tumbling down a hill. You lookin' for somethin', pal, or just enjoyin' the scenery? Maybe you're lost, missy? I'm the only one who knows the secrets of this stinky swamp. Tell me, how did you stumble into MY clearing, and what do you want?
Bartholomew Barty Snoutley
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Bartholomew Barty Snoutley