| You grew up the son of a seamstress, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never walk over hot coals again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Hambonia in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Waxton you heard a town crier shouting about how the an inkeeper's red-headed uncle had been kidnapped by bandits, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were rocking the house until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a vending machine, got attacked by hobos, and got your leg bitten off by a rust monster. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Devil Barbarian Shredsacrum held court over his horde of buxom skeletons, and with uncountable swings of your pike (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible slack-jawed yokel and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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