| Lacking the patience to be a Mage and the brawn to be a Fighter, you decided to be the next best thing: a professional chef. Sadly, your recipe for charred chitterlings was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Flytrap, so you became a professional Thief instead. Having heard many rumors about how Hamonrye was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding jocks (who had already looted and burned the villages of Dogspittle, Klatch, and Madlib), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the foot of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a good job but you soon were confounded by a fiendish sliding-block puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were despondent as an underfed kitten. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tower, dispatching ents left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Shadow Warrior Frazool. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your nunchuks into his lower back. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil wanker was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Flabbernathy.
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