Vesuvio Stromberg McKnickerslee
Vesuvio Stromberg McKnickerslee stalked across the sun-scorched arid land, a menacing gleam in his eye, a fearsome axe in his right hand an a basket of angry vipers in his left. Never tiring, never pausing for water, never stopping to consult his coffee-stained map, by day and night he traversed the deadly plains of his ruined homeland with a relentlessly monotonous stride and but one objective in mind: to bring to justice the cowardly man who tricked him into leaving his guard post and ate his doughnuts whilst he was gone.
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