| You always knew that the village of Hamlet wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Virgil".) Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Pig-in-a-Poke. There, you met the Lord of Shamablamaroth's buxom grandfather, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Silver Bumblebee. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were doing really well but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rearranging of tiles with pictures of plumbing on them puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were despondent as an underfed kitten. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's ruin, dispatching skeletons left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Terror Witchlord Goldthwait. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your magic wand into his skull. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil buttmunch was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Cavill.
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