| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Pinochle, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a simple, red-headed midwife. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Foobar just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Wizard Diablolo, who had poisoned the town's hissing cockroach population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more thieves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your foot intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless accountants and bullywugs -- even a flesh golem! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Death Barbarian Badfella, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Stoatsford and claimed your reward.
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