Boarrior

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From the wild plains, he came.
A pig like none other.
A boar who happens to be a warrior, a Boarrior.

He gored the opposition, a swine in control.
He smashed his rivals, a hog in fame.
He didn't pose or indulge in his popularity, a humble pork.

Each foe he defeated, a squeal of glory.
Each gold coin he made, new mud for the piglets back in home.
This little pig went to town, to beat down the opposition.

Adventurer true, his name was forgotten.
Boarrior was all they called, when they needed an adventurer.
Dungeons or Dragons, the pig was there with mace in hand.

Hogging all the action.

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