| It was hard growing up as a milkmaid's son in the tiny hamlet of Bobcat, in the land of Farnsworthington. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Buttole just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warlock Frazool, who had poisoned the town's mongoose population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. There was no drama in the LBC until you dropped your Leatherman in a cookie jar and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the hobgoblins showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your knife, and cut your way through the hordes of kobolds that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Fire Troll Savagefist, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost grandmother, but you killed the asshat anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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