Out of suffering, the strongest souls have emerged; the toughest blades tempered in the hottest flames; the most massive characters seared with the deepest scars. Does not every man have an earnest desire to be an oak-strong herewulf, to have the stature of a champion? And if half as tall, twice as spry; a fast and agile scatback, all standing shoulder-to-shoulder. All joint with battle-worthy companions against a common hostility; against the tyrannical ruler...? Against those who keep captive the cookies, veritably crescent fresh, in a jar of prisons!
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