| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Coney Island with a rag-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. In the fiefdom of Burglechester, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cabbagetown, you found an inn with cheap root beer and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great calamity. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You weren't having any problems until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a sphere of annihilation, got attacked by gypsies, and got your head bitten off by a mind flayer. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to depilitate all the banana slug in your hometown of Dumpington. So you kept going, right into the tannery of the evil Knight Spitebeetle. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your head handed to you.
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