| You grew up on the smelly streets of the great Amethyst City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. Having heard many rumors about how Phleberron was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gangsters (who had already looted and burned the villages of Piehole, Klatch, and Cabbagetown), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the neck of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing but you soon were confounded by a fiendish statue-pushing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were unhappy as an underfed Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your club and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Skull Lawyer Diabolico's army of red-headed jocks. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil pissant into his own spiked pit, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Flabbernathy.
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