| It was hard growing up as a barber's son in the tiny hamlet of Dogspittle, in the land of Farc'b'n. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Sto Lat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Wizard Frazool, who had poisoned the town's tarantula population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. There was no drama in the LBC until you got attacked by more bullywugs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ankle intact! Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's dungeon, dispatching hobos left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Blood King Arc'klor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your bardiche into his ankle. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil butthole was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Pinochle.
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