| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of bullywugs and raised in a dark and wild factory. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Malph just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Devil Lord Badfella, who had poisoned the town's Vietnamese pot-bellied pig population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a succubus, got attacked by jocks, and got your arm bitten off by a rust monster. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a dungeon infested with goblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Black Lord Frazool, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your longbow, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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