| You grew up on the thin streets of the great Amethyst City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Morpork just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Marquis Devilsword, who had poisoned the town's boa constrictor population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, got attacked by orcs, and got your head bitten off by a bulette. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your magic wand, and cut your way through the hordes of lizardmen that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Dark Knight Badfella, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost aunt, but you killed the yokel anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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