| You grew up on the dumb streets of the great Diamond City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. As you wandered the back alleys of Pig-in-a-Poke (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 comic shop. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Golden Crypt wyrm. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a farmer's lost gerbil, Rex. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a vending machine, got attacked by skeletons, and got your shoulder bitten off by a bulette. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for hobgoblins, you made your way to the lair of Dark Wizard Mephistor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul roper to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your morningstar and knocked the villain screaming into a spiked pit with a well-placed kick to the kidney. At last, the treasure was yours!
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