| You always knew that the village of Cowpat 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 Shaffly-on-Surrey was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding indigent native tribesmen (who had already looted and burned the villages of Spazmotic, Morpork, and Mondale), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the thigh of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you dropped your teddy bear in a beartrap and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the jerks showed up. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a serf in some crummy backwater like Pitlick or Phlegm. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Demon Giant Goldthwait, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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