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Arizona, United States



JoeBob's appearance is as revolting as his actions. His massive, sweaty frame is a testament to his gluttony, and his wild, unkempt hair frames a face contorted with malice. His breath is a putrid mix of rotting teeth and stale fast food, a reflection of his inner decay. His eyes, cold and calculating, are always on the prowl for his next victim, and his laughter is a sickening cackle that echoes through the headsets of his terrified prey.