| After the entire village of Pig-in-a-Poke was murdered, including your mother and grandfather, you vowed to get your revenge. You became a mighty Fighter, albeit one who was easily distracted by sidequests. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Cold Crick. There, you met the Marquis of Hambonia's thin homie, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Silver Beetle. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You weren't having any problems until you dropped your knife in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gunslingers showed up. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a midwife in some crummy backwater like Rusty Nail or Spazmotic. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Dark Warlock Goldthwait, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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