In the dense forests of the Pacific Northwest, where the thick evergreen block out the sun, there is a presence that stirs in the shadows—a towering figure, seen only in fleeting glimpses, never truly understood. They call it BIGFOOT. Not a creature of myth, but something older, something that should not be.
It is no mere animal, but a shadow of something primal, an ancient force that has walked the earth since before mankind, a relic of a world long forgotten. The creature moves through the woods like a storm, silent yet heavy, its presence felt in the rustling of leaves, always just beyond the edge of sight. Some say it is a guardian, a protector of things that should not be disturbed. Others believe it is a creature of vengeance, born from the earth’s deepest secrets, forever bound to the forest.
Its eyes burn like embers, glowing faintly in the dark, and those few who have glimpsed its form describe a gargantuan being covered in fur, taller than any man, with the strength of the earth itself. It leaves no tracks, no trace, vanishing into the shadows before you can even take a breath.
It is said that when the wind howls through the trees, it is the creature’s call—a warning to those who venture too deep, to never seek what should remain buried. When you hear the snap of a branch in the dead of night, do not look back. For the legend of Bigfoot is not just a story, but a warning.
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Bigfoot figure
2 Alternate head sculpts
Pair of fists
Pair of neutral hands
Pair of claw hands