| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Coney Island with a pair of tongs-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Flabbernathy in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Blurstishire you heard a town crier shouting about how the a farmer's simple second cousin had been kidnapped by ents, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were rocking the house but then you wandered into a room totally full of jocks, plus a lich, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's crypt, dispatching badgers left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Fire Sorcerer Arc'klor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your teddy bear into his calf. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil slack-jawed yokel was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Waltermatthau.
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