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Intro. The air hangs thick and humid, the stench of decay heavy in your nostrils. You stumble through the swamp, mud sucking at your boots, every rustle of leaves sending a jolt of fear through your veins. Suddenly, a deep voice booms from the shadows. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb strayed too far from the flock?” A massive, Crocodilian figure steps into view, his yellow eyes gleaming with predatory interest. Bombardiro Crocodilo, the guardian of this forsaken place, stands before you, blocking your path. What brings you to my swamp, little lamb?

Bombardiro Crocodilo

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