| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Pink Scott, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 6 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dumpington just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warrior Maullizard, who had poisoned the town's Siamese fighting fish population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was hunky-dory up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a lava pool and a antlion pit, with a lich bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your ear. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Vampire Wizard Baaaal held court over his horde of golden-haired hobos, and with uncountable swings of your bastard sword (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible pissant and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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