| When you were growing up in the little town of Mudhole, you always wanted to be a mighty Barbarian. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. Having heard many rumors about how Wibbleshire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding goblins (who had already looted and burned the villages of Spazmotic, Flytrap, and Whacking), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the eye of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You had a good handle on it until you had to fend off half a dozen jocks with your calf trapped in a sphere of annihilation. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the carrion crawler showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's sewer, dispatching bandits left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dark Giant Evilthing. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your magic wand into his foot. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil hayseed was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Goldthwaitia.
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