| Even though you were a simple child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Dogspittle was attacked by a horde of Fire Alligators. You got your skull handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. In the fiefdom of Limberford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Molehill, you found an inn with cheap tequiza and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great reaping. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It wasn't a thing until you got your thigh caught in a succubus and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's ruin, dispatching hobos left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dragon Lawyer Evilthing. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your nunchuks into his knee. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil assface was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Flanders.
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