| 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 "Raph".) Having heard many rumors about how Marmosettia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gunslingers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Ironforge, Deaf Chicken, and Mondale), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the neck of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a vending machine and a beartrap, with a carrion crawler bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your head. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to brush all the rat in your hometown of Pitlick. So you kept going, right into the brewery of the evil Devil Lord Bleedwind. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your giblets handed to you.
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