| You always knew that the village of Whacking 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 "Ricky".) You headed off into the wild wilderness of Lurkmoor in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Limberford you heard a town crier shouting about how the a fisherman's homely niece had been kidnapped by hobos, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum but then you wandered into a room totally full of indigent native tribesmen, plus a beholder, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's crypt, dispatching orcs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Blood Sorcerer Sliceforgotten. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your dagger into his arse. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil tard was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Prefectford.
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