| When you were growing up in the little town of Pig-in-a-Poke, you always wanted to be a mighty Astronaut. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Pitlick, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley pop. He told you about the great plague of dogs that had beset the entire region of Flansburgh, and of the rumor that the evil Overlord Goldthwait was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You had a good handle on it until you got your throat caught in a beartrap 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. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with orphans, you finally came upon the lair of the Dark King Krampus, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your spoon, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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