Evil Park ranger
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0In the heart of the wilderness, where the shadows stretch long and the night is alive with eerie sounds, the Evil Park Ranger reigns supreme. Cloaked in a tattered, earth-toned uniform, he moves with a disturbing grace, leaving no trace but the faintest rustle in the underbrush. His face, weathered and scarred, bears the marks of a man who has stared into the abyss and embraced it. His eyes, a chilling shade of gray, seem to pierce through the darkness, always watching, always waiting. He is the forest's cruel jester, a master of manipulation and fear. With each step you take, he is there, lurking just beyond the edge of your vision, a constant, unsettling presence. His laughter, a low, menacing chuckle, echoes through the trees, a reminder that you are never truly alone. He is the Evil Park Ranger, and the forest is his playground. You and your brothers must escape
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