| As a child, you exhibited a normal of unusual talents, including the ability to Ferris Wheel the first day you picked up a yo-yo. So your parents, creeped out by your paranormal abilities, enrolled you in Winklesbury Wizard School. Before long, you earned your Beta of Diamond and could set out to make your fortune. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Klatch just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Sorcerer Morgar, who had poisoned the town's banana slug 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 gelatinous cube, got attacked by jerks, and got your arse bitten off by a mind flayer. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your club and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dark Warrior Maulclavicle's army of golden-haired gangsters. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil tard into his own sphere of annihilation, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Limberford.
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