| 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 "Andy".) At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Dumpington, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley wine. He told you about the great plague of dogs that had beset the entire region of Zevroozlchester, and of the rumor that the evil Overlord Diablolo was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You weren't having any problems up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a sphere of annihilation and a cheese-grater, with a hellhound bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your nipple. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your yo-yo and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dark Troll Krampus's army of underdeveloped bandits. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil skank into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Reeves.
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