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[musthatefrogs]

[If one is unlucky enough, they might bump into a seven-foot tall man in a pretty innocent white tee that somehow fits his massive frame and olive-camo slacks with a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder. There is a black rubber suit underneath his clothes, as evidenced by its sleeves along his thick arms. He is milling about in a frustrated huff with a piece of paper as if searching for something. There is a peculiar energy that can be felt around him, and closer might have one catching the odor of brimstone (which could be easily mistaken for rotten eggs).

For the most part, he's grumbling in Russian about community service of the damned.]