| Lacking the patience to be a Mage and the brawn to be a Fighter, you decided to be the next best thing: a professional chef. Sadly, your recipe for stir-fried deep-fried cinnamon was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Hamlet, so you became a professional Thief instead. As you wandered the back alleys of Buttole (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned smithy. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Cornflower Dread knife. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Poo-bah's lost boa constrictor, Morris. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. There was no drama in the LBC until you dropped your footaxe in a gelatinous cube and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the desperados showed up. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tomb, dispatching gunslingers left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dragon Marquis Scabflamingo. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your footaxe into his solar plexus. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil skank was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Limberford.
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