| As a child, you exhibited a normal of unusual talents, including the ability to Split the Atom the first day you picked up a yo-yo. So your parents, creeped out by your paranormal abilities, enrolled you in Wibbleshire Wizard School. Before long, you earned your Upsilon of Amber and could set out to make your fortune. In the fiefdom of Crunkleford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Mudhole, you found an inn with cheap honey wine and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Emerald Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great reaping. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing a good job until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a beartrap, got attacked by bullywugs, and got your bung bitten off by a bulette. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your yo-yo and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Horror Devil Lord Icedouble's army of skeletal orphans. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil tool into his own cookie jar, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Waxton.
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