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Once, a long time ago... he was simply Man, an intrepid archaeologist with a penchant for combating giant beasts with only a knife and his raw courage.
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| Behold, the Knife of Some Unpronouncable God! It stabs you deeply! | |
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| ... fuck, botched my dodge roll. | |
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| Heh, you're fucked man! I rolled a crit! Die, you bitch, I need the XP. | |
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... okay, so I embellished a little.
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| BZZZZ! I am dead! You gain 200 XP! You find 500 GP! You gain a level! | |
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