“Max” #01

Maximus Bets 

Before the roars, before the crown, Max was just a small, scrappy gorilla with big dreams and no respect. Born deep in the Jungle’s Edge — where the vines grow thick and the shadows run deep — Max was the runt of the troop. The other beasts laughed at him. Called him soft. Weak. Said he’d never win a challenge, never rule a turf, never even climb the Leader Tree. But Max? He had heart. He studied the jungle. Watched every play. Learned the patterns of the predators, the rhythm of the wild. While they laughed, he locked in. And then one day… he snapped. ​
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Max entered the Great Jungle Gauntlet, a savage free-for-all where only one beast leaves standing. Everyone expected him to fold early — but the runt of the litter went full beast mode. Outsmarted the Anacondas. Outhunted the Hyenas. Outran the cheetahs. Max didn't just win — he dominated. He flexed, trusted his instincts, and let the jungle feel his power.​
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Now? Max is the king of the jungle. His team following his lead. And every time you throw down a bold play or go all-in … you honor Max’s legacy​

“MaxiNE” #02

Maxine Bets 

While the jungle roared for Max, few noticed the smaller shadow always watching from the treetops — Maxine, his little sister. Quieter. Smaller. But sharper than a snake’s fang. Maxine saw it all — the bullying, the beatdowns, the comeback. But where Max brought the fists, Maxine brought the focus. ​
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She studied the odds. Read the plays. Found cracks in the jungle code no beast had ever seen. While Max conquered the arena, Maxine mastered the mind. They called her soft. Too small. Too quiet. Until the first Jungle Strategy Games — a brutal mental battleground where traps, twists, and wagers test every beast’s instincts. Maxine didn’t just win. She rewrote the rules.​
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With ice-cold picks, risky Banana wagers calls, and a legendary Double Jungle Player combo, she went undefeated. Panthers pouted. Cheetahs choked. Maxine walked away earning her place beside her brother. If you ever feel a breeze before a bet hits… that’s her. Watching. Calculating. Smiling.​

“Trixie” #03

Beatrix Bengal 

Some beasts play the long game. Some wait, plot, and plan. Not Trixie. She is a fast, loud, untamed part of the jungle where only the bold survive. From the moment her paws hit the ground, she was moving. Sprinting. Talking. Dancing around danger like it owed her money. She didn’t need a throne. She wanted the rush — the big hits, the one-play wins, the roar of the jungle losing its mind when she hits where no one dared to try. ​
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Trixie met Max and Maxine after crashing the Jungle Gauntlet uninvited. No one knew who she was. By the time it was over? She’d taken out three veterans, flipped a Flaming Tiki Pick into a massive payout, and left the arena mid-roar with a wink and an adoring fan base. Now she rolls with Max and Maxine — the official third point of the Jungle Trinity. Where Max brings the muscle, Maxine brings the mind — Trixie brings the lightning. Fast picks. Risky plays. Wild energy. She’s the heartbeat of the squad, always two steps ahead.

"Chops" #04

Clarence Caiman 

In the swampy depths of the jungle, where the mud runs thick and the water's always murky, Chops the Crocodile learned early that nothing comes easy. He wasn't born with the speed of the panther or the roar of the lion. No, Chops was patient, strategic, and always lurking just beneath the surface — watching, learning, waiting for the right moment to strike. For years, Chops was the bench player. Always the one to sit behind the bigger, louder beasts. He wasn’t the first pick, and he sure as hell wasn’t the flashy one. But Chops was always ready. Whether it was carrying the team with his tough defense, or quietly studying the plays from the sidelines, he learned the jungle’s game better than anyone.​
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During the early Jungle Trials, when Max was getting jumped by bigger beasts and Maxine was still being doubted for playing too smart — Chops stepped in. Took hits. Blocked plays. Never asked for credit. Just kept showing up. Since then, the bond’s been unbreakable. He’s the one who’s still earning his stripes, but already earned their respect. And when Chops finally levels up? The jungle better be ready.

“Hacksaw” #20

Hacksaw

The Laughing Hunter. The Wrecking Ball of the Jungle.​
In a jungle where survival is about more than just power, you need someone who knows Getting Started dirty, bend the rules, and make every move feel like a threat. Hacksaw doesn’t just play the game—he hunts in it. Born mean and bred to break rules, this beast built his rep by turning every match into a warzone. He’s fast, dirty, and louder than a lion fight at midnight. Trash talk? Legendary. Elbows? Illegal. Morals? Buried somewhere deep in the jungle, next to his last opponent's dignity. He’s not here to shake hands or play fair—he’s here to make you regret stepping on the field. You’ll hear him before you see him, and by then it’s already too late. And while other hyenas got caught up in chasing scraps, Hacksaw was always chasing dominance. ​
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Hacksaw’s grin is as sharp as his teeth. He doesn’t play by the rules — he laughs at them. Whether it’s swiping a win from under your nose or backstabbing with a perfectly-timed Jungle Pick, Hacksaw’s whole game is about making chaos your new normal. He’s the unstoppable force that makes you question your choices. And the second you let your guard down? It’s already too late, and he has the perfect partner in crime- Ace. Together? They’re the jungle’s worst nightmare — loud, lethal, and always laughing as they leave bodies behind.​

“Ace” #25

Anastasia Anaconda 

The Cold-Blooded Striker. The Silent Stalker. Max’s Worst Nightmare.​

Long before Max wore the crown and the jungle echoed his roar, there was another name whispered through the vines…Ace. Born in the deep coils of the Amazon Basin, where fog hides the sun and even the panthers tread lightly, Ace the Anaconda learned the art of the first strike from day one. She entered the Great Jungle Gauntlet the same year as Max. She was faster. Smarter. Colder. But while Max gained glory and the crowd’s love… Ace got overlooked for playing too dirty.​
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That cut deep. But she didn’t quit. She trained. During an off-season underground league — no rules, no refs, just blood and bragging rights. The story goes that Hacksaw was outnumbered 3-to-1 in a scrap after a game gone sideways. Right when it looked like the hyena was about to get humbled, a blur of scales and venom hit the field. One guy took a strike to the neck, another got wrapped up and choked out, and the third just ran. Since then, Hacksaw and Ace have been inseparable — chaos and calculation in perfect sync. Hacksaw breaks bones, Ace breaks spirits.

Coach Bardi Macaw

The Jungle’s Loudest Legend. Architect of Greatness.​
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Before the trophies, the championships, and the wild roars of the jungle arena, there was one voice echoing through the vines: “Winners aren’t born. They’re built. Claw by claw. Play by play.” That voice belonged to Coach Bardi— a sharp-tongued, playbook-obsessed, whistle-wearing Macaw with feathers bright as fire and a brain that’s pure steel. Once a top player in his prime, Bardi was famous for his unmatched game IQ, perfect recall of jungle plays, and his ability to break down defenses mid-air while trash-talking mid-swoop. But Bardi didn’t chase personal glory. He wanted to build legends. And when he saw a scrappy young gorilla named Max getting bullied in the mud? "It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up," ​
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From that day on, Bardi became Max’s coach. And not just Max — he shaped the entire Jungle Squad. Maxine? He taught her how to read the jungle’s rhythm like a scoreboard. Trixie? Gave her the confidence to trust her gut. Chops? He’s Bardi’s special project — the one Bardi sees himself in: overlooked, underestimated, and waiting to explode. Bardi doesn’t sugarcoat. He doesn’t coddle. He spits facts, drops jungle wisdom like it's lava, and pushes his players to their absolute savage limits. “The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather in a lack of will.” Now perched on the sideline, rocking a mini headset and a jungle playbook tucked under one wing, Coach Bardi is the soul of the squad — the spark behind every bold play, every risky pick, every unmatched win. He doesn’t mess around. He builds beasts. He’s not just a coach. He’s the jungle’s loudest legend.

Ref Zippy

Zachary Zebra

The Stripes. The Whistle. The Law of the Jungle.​
Every jungle needs rules. Every game needs order. And every wild, hype-filled play needs someone to keep the chaos from turning into total madness. That someone?​
Ref Zippy.​
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Zippy wasn’t born to entertain. He wasn’t here for flexes, fame, or Flaming Tiki players. He was built for balance. Fast, focused, and sharper than a lion’s tooth — Zippy keeps the jungle fair, the games clean, and the players honest. He’s the one who calls the shots, drops the flags, and throws down truth like it’s thunder.​
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While Max is throwing down, Trixie’s flipping wild bets, and Bardi’s yelling from the sidelines, Zippy stands unshaken, whistle at the ready, watching every move with laser focus. No cap. No bias. Just straight-up order in the chaos.​
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Legend says he once stopped a rampaging rhino mid-play with nothing but a hard stare and a single word: OFFSIDES.​
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Strict? Absolutely. Fair? Always. Feared? Ask Chops how many jungle laps he ran last week for “celebrating too early.” Even Bardi gives him a nod. Even Max respects the whistle. Zippy doesn’t care if you’re a king, a queen, or a come-up. If you break the rules? He’s already on it.​
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He’s the lines. He’s the law. He’s the keeper of the jungle game. Zippy the Zebra — you better play it clean.

Max’s #1 Fan

Joey the Giraffe 

When you’re as tall as a giraffe and stand above the rest, you can see everything in the arena— the drama, the action, the wins, and the losses. But there’s one thing Joey sees above all else: Max. Joey’s story isn’t about being the strongest or the flashiest. It’s about loyalty, enthusiasm, and being there for your team— no matter what. And Max? Well, Max was always Joey’s hero. From the moment he saw the big gorilla getting knocked down but getting back up again, Joey knew Max was the one to root for.​
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Joey’s fandom isn’t just about waving a foam finger from the sidelines. No, this giraffe is all-in. He’s the first one to send supportive messages, the first one to hype Max up before the big plays, and, let's face it, the only one who can see the entire game from start to finish without missing a detail. Joey’s the ultimate hype man —it’s like he’s got a built-in cheer squad that never stops​
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Joey doesn’t care about fame or glory. He cares about Max, and that’s enough to keep him the most loyal and energetic fan in the entire jungle.​
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His favorite cheer goes like this:​
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“In the jungle where we play,​
You don’t run — you get preyed!​
Claws are out, we bring the fight,​
Blue and gold, we own the night!”