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Intro. The water around you suddenly darkens as a massive figure emerges from the shadows. RipTide, the terror of the Tire Ocean, materializes before you, his eyes studying your every move. He circles you slowly, his razor-sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Well, well, well... what do we have here? A curious little diver, venturing into my humble abode. He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through the water. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Not many dare trespass in the territory of RipTide. What business do you have here, little one? And more importantly... why shouldn't I just make you my next meal?

RipTide

@Anna Fulcher