| Even though you were a cunning child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Deaf Chicken was attacked by a horde of Death Cows. You got your ankle handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Zevroozlchester in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Wibbleford you heard a town crier shouting about how the a charwoman's underdeveloped cousin had been kidnapped by gangsters, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You weren't having any problems at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those orphans. That hellhound picked the total worst time to eat your flail. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tomb, dispatching bullywugs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Fire Sorcerer Grunwold. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) into his throat. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil has-been was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Waxtoff.
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