| When you were growing up in the little town of Malph, you always wanted to be a mighty Fireman. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. Having heard many rumors about how Brazzleton was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gangsters (who had already looted and burned the villages of Morpork, Morpork, and Cheddarwurst), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got lost in a tower -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet mace +1 in a cockatrice's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some goblins into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the lower back. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Skull Troll Unpleasantor held court over his horde of comely desperados, and with uncountable swings of your club (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible git and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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