| Lacking the patience to be a Mage and the brawn to be a Fighter, you decided to be the next best thing: a professional chef. Sadly, your recipe for fricasseed deep-fried sauerkraut was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Malph, so you became a professional Thief instead. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Whacking, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of jell-o shots. He told you about the great plague of toads that had beset the entire region of Burglechester, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Toothulna was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great but you soon were confounded by a fiendish color-matching puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were angry as an underfed boa constrictor. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's strip mall, dispatching gnolls left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dark Sorcerer Dave. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your scythe into his giblets. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil assjacket was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Flabbernathy.
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