| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Frog, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what happens to that missing sock. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dumpington when you met the town town crier. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Sultan's skeletal niece, who had been kidnapped by hobos. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You weren't having any problems at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jocks. That weretiger picked the total worst time to eat your dagger. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a village idiot in some crummy backwater like Sudoku or Rusty Nail. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Dragon Barbarian Unpleasantor, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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