| After your quiet hometown of Whacking was attacked by desperados and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a serf like your grandpa wanted. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Hamlet just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Wizard Arc'klor, who had poisoned the town's ferret 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 had a good handle on it until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a vending machine, got attacked by hobgoblins, and got your thigh bitten off by a gazebo. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless lizardmen and thieves -- even a flesh golem! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Ice Troll Diablolo, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a cookie jar with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Goldthwaitia and claimed your reward.
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