| 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 blanched baklava was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Buttole, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Pig-in-a-Poke just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Troll Dave, who had poisoned the town's sugar glider population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was going great until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a gelatinous cube, got attacked by accountants, and got your thigh bitten off by a flesh golem. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's ruin, dispatching desperados left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Devil Giant Morgar. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your crossbow into his throat. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil rat was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Farnsworthington.
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