Blood and iron, axes biting deep into the flesh of the mountain—this is Bear Ravine. No room for the weak, no mercy for the fallen. Jugs, Dogballs, Chowder, Mooch, and I tore down giants today, their bones piled up like offerings to a forgotten god. We are the Bear Mountain Loggers, and Bear Mountain is our kingdom. This land don't forgive, and neither do we. This isn’t a fairy tale—it’s a battleground where men of grit carve their legacy from the marrow of these felled giants. Out here, we don't just work—we slay.
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