| When you were growing up in the little town of Bobcat, you always wanted to be a mighty Ninja. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Whacking, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of tequiza. He told you about the great plague of tigers that had beset the entire region of Wibbleford, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Baaaal was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You weren't having any problems but you soon were confounded by a fiendish depants-the-wizard puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were annoyed as an underfed parakeet. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to comb all the hamster in your hometown of Cabbagetown. So you kept going, right into the horse stable of the evil Marquis Dave. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your giblets handed to you.
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