| You grew up on the wide streets of the great Diamond 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. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Frog, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of stout. He told you about the great plague of fish that had beset the entire region of Nickelodeon, and of the rumor that the evil Sorcerer Dave was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was hunky-dory but you soon were confounded by a fiendish series of carefully timed jumps puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were livid as an underfed cat. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your dagger and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Terror King Grognard's army of red-headed lizardmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil buffoon into his own iron maiden, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Schmalbion.
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