| You always knew that the village of Flytrap 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 "Saul".) Having heard many rumors about how X'tn'ch'roth was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding bandits (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pitlick, Deaf Chicken, and Phlegm), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the kidney of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC until you dropped your sword in a meat grinder and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the barbarians showed up. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your Leatherman and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Black Barbarian Blackfist's army of comely hobos. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil wuss into his own swinging razor-sharp pendulum, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Pinochle.
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