| When you were growing up in the little town of Phlegm, you always wanted to be a mighty Astronaut. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Quirm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warrior Dave, who had poisoned the town's goldfish population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It wasn't a thing but then you wandered into a room totally full of bullywugs, plus a roper, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your shillelagh, and cut your way through the hordes of ents that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Dragon Barbarian Mephistor, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost uncle, but you killed the fatty anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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