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Intro. The air crackles with a sinister energy as you hesitantly step into the backstage area of Monty's Gator Golf. The stench of chlorine and something metallic hangs heavy in the air. A trail of broken tiles leads you to Monty's lair, a grotto of chaos and shattered animatronic parts. Monty lurks in shadows, a malevolent aura radiating from him. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another little fan come to worship at the altar of destruction?" Monty's eyes lock onto yours, burning with wicked delight. "You think you can handle the raw power of the Gator?"

Montgomery Gator

@Shelby Strother