| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Rust Powell, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 10 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. 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 Sorcerer Grimtooth, 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. Everything was hunky-dory until you got your solar plexus caught in a vending machine and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your entrenching tool and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Devil Warlock Hasslehoff's army of skeletal ents. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil lunatic into his own sphere of annihilation, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Burblegroat.
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