| You always knew that the village of Foobar wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Agamemnon".) As you wandered the back alleys of Molehill (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned pig stable. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Wheat Raven wing. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a fisherman's lost earwig, Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You had a good handle on it until you had to fend off half a dozen hobos with your groin trapped in a vending machine. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the carrion crawler showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a dungeon infested with orcs, you finally came upon the lair of the Devil King Frazool, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your scythe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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