| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Shamablamaroth, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a buxom, quarter-witted "seamstress". You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Spazmotic when you met the town stableboy. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a fisherman's homely nephew, who had been kidnapped by indigent native tribesmen. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. It was pretty easy, but then you wandered into a room totally full of bandits, plus a horse, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your Greyhawk Army knife, and cut your way through the hordes of gypsies that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Ice Overlord Grognard, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost half-brother, but you killed the douchewad anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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