| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Bobcat, without a father or grandma to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Quirm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warrior Goldthwait, who had poisoned the town's hamster population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing really well until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a gelatinous cube, got attacked by dark elves, and got your arm bitten off by a owlbear. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your Leatherman, and cut your way through the hordes of hobos that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Death Warrior Diabolico, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost son, but you killed the bozo anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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