| You grew up the son of a farmhand, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never ride my bike again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. Having heard many rumors about how Blurstishire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding orcs (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pitlick, Bobcat, and Cabbagetown), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the leg of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was going great until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cheese-grater, got attacked by indigent native tribesmen, and got your skull bitten off by a rust monster. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with bullywugs, you finally came upon the lair of the Devil Sorcerer Blackfist, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your spear, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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