| You always knew that the village of Cold Crick wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Mickey".) Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Whacking. There, you met an inkeeper's tattooed aunt, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Sapphire Raccoon. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were rocking the house until you got attacked by more gnolls than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your kidney intact! However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a squire in some crummy backwater like Stubborn Mule or Cabbagetown. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Black Wizard Frazool, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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