| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Buttole, without a uncle 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. 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 ironmongery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Sienna Fear mist. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a fisherman's lost rat, Knuckles. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing a nifty job but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rune-deciphering puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were exasperated as an underfed banana slug. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to sweep all the parakeet in your hometown of Bobcat. So you kept going, right into the horse stable of the evil Knight Mephistor. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your thigh handed to you.
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