| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Calamaria, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a red-headed, simple seamstress. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Frog when you met the town blacksmith. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a fisherman's squat grandfather, who had been kidnapped by barbarians. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was going great at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those dire dwarves. That bulette picked the total worst time to eat your shiv. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your scythe, and cut your way through the hordes of indigent native tribesmen that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Black Devil Lord Diablolo, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost niece, but you killed the scrub anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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