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|Critter Name=Zombie Mauler |
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|BodyType=biped |
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|BodyType = Biped |
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|Has Coins=yes |
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|Has Gems=yes |
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|Has Boxes=yes |
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|Evil=yes |
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|Has Boxes = Yes |
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|Evil = Yes |
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|Poachable = No |
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|Special=no |
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|Special = No |
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==Description== |
==Description== |
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Bits of rotting flesh drop off this large rotting biped. The tattered remains of a once-colorful jersey hang from its torso, and flaps of leather hang from ancient boots on its massive feet. The whole horrid mess is covered in a thick layer of mud. A look of combined rage and puzzlement adorns what's left of its face. Perhaps dinner is late? |
Bits of rotting flesh drop off this large rotting biped. The tattered remains of a once-colorful jersey hang from its torso, and flaps of leather hang from ancient boots on its massive feet. The whole horrid mess is covered in a thick layer of mud. A look of combined rage and puzzlement adorns what's left of its face. Perhaps dinner is late? |
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==In Depth== |
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===Loot and Equipment=== |
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It is wearing some {{ilink|i|rotting leather boots}}, the {{ilink|a|tatters of a mud-soaked togball uniform}}.<br> |
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It is carrying nothing! |
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Description
Bits of rotting flesh drop off this large rotting biped. The tattered remains of a once-colorful jersey hang from its torso, and flaps of leather hang from ancient boots on its massive feet. The whole horrid mess is covered in a thick layer of mud. A look of combined rage and puzzlement adorns what's left of its face. Perhaps dinner is late?
In Depth
Loot and Equipment
It is wearing some rotting leather boots, the tatters of a mud-soaked togball uniform.
It is carrying nothing!