| When you were growing up in the little town of Madlib, you always wanted to be a mighty Ninja. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dropseat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Giant Diabolico, who had poisoned the town's mongoose population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing a awesome job up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a lava pool and a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, with a cockatrice bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your shoulder. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a town crier in some crummy backwater like Cold Crick or Piehole. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Shadow Overlord Grinderribs, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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