| When you were growing up in the little town of Cheddarwurst, you always wanted to be a mighty Ninja. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dumpington when you met the town blacksmith. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Poo-bah's drunken niece, who had been kidnapped by hobgoblins. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it until you had to fend off half a dozen orcs with your kidney trapped in a beartrap. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the owlbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless goblins and gangsters -- even a bulette! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Devil Lawyer Arc'klor, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a vending machine with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Reeves and claimed your reward.
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