| Even though you were a underdeveloped child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Dumpington was attacked by a horde of Ice Bears. You got your throat handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Farnsworthington, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Phlegm, and heard the local squire talking about the ancient necropolis that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Grunwold that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. Everything was hunky-dory up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a cheese-grater and a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, with a bulette bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your ankle. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your spoon, and cut your way through the hordes of jerks that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Dragon Devil Lord Fangulna, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost niece, but you killed the airhead anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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