| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Lurkmoor, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a half-witted, thin town crier. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Flytrap just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Sorcerer Diabolico, who had poisoned the town's marmoset population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It wasn't a thing but you soon were confounded by a fiendish series of carefully timed jumps puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were despondent as an underfed banana slug. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spear and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Frost Overlord Arc'klor's army of golden-haired gunslingers. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil bozo into his own awkward conversation, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Ov'reezy.
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