| When you were growing up in the little town of Spazmotic, you always wanted to be a mighty Astronaut. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Pittsburgh (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned granary. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Brown Dusk blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Poo-bah's lost rat, Morgan. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was going great up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a sphere of annihilation and a beartrap, with a bulette bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your nipple. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to rake all the hissing cockroach in your hometown of Foobar. So you kept going, right into the owlry of the evil Barbarian Slicefemur. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your elbow handed to you.
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