| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Mudhole, without a brother or mom to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. Having heard many rumors about how Flanders was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding skeletons (who had already looted and burned the villages of Flytrap, Hamlet, and Spazmotic), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the face of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. At first it was a real breeze, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a beartrap and a beartrap, with a gazebo bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your bung. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Terror Knight Mephistor held court over his horde of underdeveloped dark elves, and with uncountable swings of your yo-yo (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible pig and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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