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Deep in the forest stood an imposing figure standing in the midst of a dense forest.
The hobo-goblin was easily ten feet tall, with a physique that looked like it had been chiseled from solid rock.
Moreover, its purple skin had a sickly pallor to it, as if it had been soaked in brine for too long.
The hobo-goblin's eyes glinted with a feral intelligence, surveying its surroundings with a predatory air.
Additionally, its thick, muscular arms were crossed over its chest, and a massive club was gripped tightly in one hand. The club was easily the size of a small tree trunk, and it looked like it could crush a boulder with ease.
The hobo-goblin's face was twisted into a grotesque grin, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth.
