| When you were growing up in the little town of Morpork, you always wanted to be a mighty Fireman. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. In the fiefdom of Morcestecershire, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Madlib, you found an inn with cheap ale and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby Oceans, lost for ages during the time of the great reaping. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You weren't having any problems until you had to fend off half a dozen desperados with your foot trapped in a meat grinder. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the beholder showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to groom all the mongoose in your hometown of Sudoku. So you kept going, right into the granary of the evil King Evilthing. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your throat handed to you.
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