| When you were growing up in the little town of Piehole, you always wanted to be a mighty Cleric. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Pittsburgh (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned haberdashery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Moss Night blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Earl of Shamablamaroth's lost banana slug, Lamont. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well but then you wandered into a room totally full of gangsters, plus a hellhound, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a serf in some crummy backwater like Dumpington or Morpork. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Death Overlord Blackfist, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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