| When you were growing up in the little town of Piehole, you always wanted to be a mighty Fireman. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. Having heard many rumors about how Llewllamarall was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding bandits (who had already looted and burned the villages of Klatch, Malph, and Phlegm), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the groin of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were rocking the house up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a lava pool and a iron maiden, 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 eye. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to mop all the rat in your hometown of Piehole. So you kept going, right into the smithy of the evil Lawyer Krampus. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your shoulder handed to you.
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