| You always knew that the village of Cold Crick wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Todd".) Having heard many rumors about how Bacon was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding hobos (who had already looted and burned the villages of Foobar, Klatch, and Spazmotic), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You weren't having any problems until you got attacked by more jocks than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your arm intact! But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your dagger, and cut your way through the hordes of gunslingers that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Blood Wizard Diablolo, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost stepchild, but you killed the tard anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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