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He cleared through the mud with heavy grunts and worn muscles. There had to be a resting place somewhere. He scanned through the landscape. It was foul and filthy. The entire place was just

damp.

There. In a small clearing was a large tree. Large enough to hold even a guy like him. It was rough and daggy. Barbaric, even. But he couldn't judge. He used to sleep on bricks, after all. He looked around the place. He was no monster, but whatever used to live there definitely was. He learned enough to gather an identity. One he could fit into. One to help him escape his old life. It was final. He was no longer just Ralph.

He was Shrek-it-Ralph.