| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Lilac Jacobs, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 12 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Hamlet just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Giant Blackfist, 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 rocking the house until you had to fend off half a dozen hobos with your giblets trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the mind flayer showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for orphans, you made your way to the lair of Demon Overlord Shriekelder and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul mahogany slaad to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your bardiche and knocked the villain screaming into a beartrap with a well-placed kick to the calf. At last, the treasure was yours!
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