| You always knew that the village of Spazmotic wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Horace".) Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Pitlick. There, you met the Poo-bah's fat uncle, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Silver Bobcat. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. There was no drama in the LBC but then you wandered into a room totally full of tramps, plus a carrion crawler, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your entrenching tool and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Fire Warlock Skullhammer's army of simple skeletons. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil jerk into his own meat grinder, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Nickelodeon.
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