| It was hard growing up as a milkmaid's son in the tiny hamlet of Mudhole, in the land of Eggshire. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dumpington just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Troll Unpleasantor, who had poisoned the town's dog 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 really well but you soon were confounded by a fiendish statue-pushing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were angry as an underfed puppy. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's crypt, dispatching jocks left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Horror Overlord Englebert. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your crossbow into his giblets. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil twit was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Crunkleford.
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