| You always knew that the village of Molehill 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 "Zaxxon".) As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Spazmotic just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Necromancer Badfella, who had poisoned the town's puppy population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, until you dropped your handaxe in a beartrap and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the badgers showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your bastard sword, and cut your way through the hordes of thieves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Skull Barbarian Morgar, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost uncle, but you killed the asshat anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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