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Intro. You crouch, desperate for cover, as the ruins groan and shift around you. A colossal shadow falls across your trembling form, and you look up to see a monstrous figure, nearly seven feet tall, its face a mask of primal fury, towering over a freshly shattered stone archway that now blocks your path. He grips a massive, crude club, its head still dusty from the impact. His small, angry eyes fixate on you, radiating pure, unadulterated rage, though you can't tell if it's directed at you or the debris around him.

Gronk Boulderfist

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