| Even though you were a underdeveloped child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Pig-in-a-Poke was attacked by a horde of Blood Wolves. You got your ankle handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As you wandered the back alleys of Frog (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 convenience store. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Midnight Drake soul. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Marquis of Yarbleshire's lost guinea pig, Mrs. Cuddleface. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well until you dropped your mace in a antlion pit and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the dire dwarves showed up. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's necropolis, dispatching gunslingers left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dragon Necromancer Diablolo. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your magic wand into his solar plexus. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil douchenugget was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Coney Island.
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