| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Purple Monroe, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 8 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Bobcat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of zima. He told you about the great plague of cats that had beset the entire region of Shaffly-on-Surrey, and of the rumor that the evil Necromancer Strikeribs was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. There was no drama in the LBC until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a spiked pit, got attacked by hobos, and got your bung bitten off by a rust monster. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tomb, dispatching ents left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Blood Sorcerer Bleedshark. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your crossbow into his ankle. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil fatty was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Coney Island.
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