| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Malph, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what sausages are made out of. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. Having heard many rumors about how Pinochle was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding badgers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Mudhole, Morpork, and Whacking), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the bung of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish statue-pushing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were disappointed as an underfed tarantula. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for gangsters, you made your way to the lair of Frost Overlord Diabolicus and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul rakshasa to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your Leatherman and knocked the villain screaming into a cookie jar with a well-placed kick to the groin. At last, the treasure was yours!
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