| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Spazmotic, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as why old sitcoms are never as good as you remember them being. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. In the fiefdom of Shaffly-on-Surrey, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Sto Lat, you found an inn with cheap stout and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Oceans, lost for ages during the time of the great cataclysm. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You weren't having any problems until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cheese-grater, got attacked by orphans, and got your elbow bitten off by a liver slaad. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to mop all the parakeet in your hometown of Cabbagetown. So you kept going, right into the belfry of the evil Giant Dave. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your groin handed to you.
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