| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Burblegroat, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a comely, fat milkmaid. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). Having heard many rumors about how Waltermatthau was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding orcs (who had already looted and burned the villages of Hamlet, Malph, and Spazmotic), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the ear of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jerks. That hellhound picked the total worst time to eat your shiv. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to groom all the gerbil in your hometown of Pittsburgh. So you kept going, right into the haberdashery of the evil Lawyer Xxyrg. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your skull handed to you.
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