| 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 braised baklava was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Madlib, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dumpington just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Necromancer Diabolico, who had poisoned the town's goldfish population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, until you had to fend off half a dozen gypsies with your foot trapped in a gelatinous cube. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the lich showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your scythe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Vampire Marquis Xxyrg's army of cunning 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 slack-jawed yokel into his own beartrap, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Bafflesbury.
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