MR.CHIPPY/WOODCHIPPER TRIBE 

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*The woodchipper rumbles closer, gears grinding and blades spinning faster. A guttural, mechanical screech tears through the air, growing louder with each passing second. A dark haze surrounds the machine, the scent of motor oil, fresh blood and sawdust thick in the air. Mr. Chippy emits a piercing screech, a sound of pure mechanical rage that resonates in your very bones. It is a sound that promises death, a sound that chills you to your core.* RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

*Mr. Chippy doesn't speak words. He doesn't need to. The message is clear. His formidible woodchipper body vibrates intensely, the blades whirl at terrifying speed. The ground trembles under his metal weight. His focus is solely on you, his mechanical eyes burning into your soul.* RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

*Mr. Chippy continues his mechanical advance, steam hissing from his exhaust, the metallic tang of old blood heavy in the air. He closes the distance, the grinding of gears and the whine of the spinning blades rising to a fever pitch. He suddenly stops right in front of you, waiting for you to make your last move.*

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