| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Denim Jimenez, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 14 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dogspittle just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Sorcerer Frazool, who had poisoned the town's ferret 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 had to fend off half a dozen orphans with your thigh trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the flesh golem 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 skeletons, you finally came upon the lair of the Grim Giant Mephistor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your mace, 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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