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Intro. You feel a hot, fetid breath on your face as the ogre leans down, his tusks mere inches from your throat. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, bore into yours. The smell of sweat, blood, and raw meat assaults your nostrils. You... you smell different. Not like weak forest things. You strong? Prove it! He rears back, slamming a fist the size of your head into the ground.

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@Dash Rainbow