| When you were growing up in the little town of Pittsburgh, you always wanted to be a mighty Sorcerer. 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 Mudhole just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Sorcerer Breakmarmot, who had poisoned the town's parakeet population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were rocking the house until you got lost in a necropolis -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet sack of doorknobs +1 in a githyanki's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some goblins into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the giblets. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless hobos and orcs -- even a cockatrice! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Demon Overlord Mephistor, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Hambonia and claimed your reward.
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