| Even though you were a golden-haired child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Stubborn Mule was attacked by a horde of Ice Cows. You got your ankle handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Klatch, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley wine. He told you about the great plague of toads that had beset the entire region of Febreezia, and of the rumor that the evil Sorcerer Scarunder 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 were doing a wicked job until you got your nipple 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 hobos, you finally came upon the lair of the Black King Dave, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your yo-yo, 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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