Gallantly, we hurried to the snow lands and tried to save the city from the plague of slimes, undead and Logheads that ravaged its noble streets:
Bearing my heroic sword, the incredible setzer known as Quickslash, I rushed into the battle and added my expertise to the fray:
Then, horror of horrors, the other noble, heroic, incredible warrior, Freeyorp, was slain by the oncoming armies. He will be remembered:
Seeing my comrade lying dead upon the ground, I decided to act; quickly, I drew out my heroic sword - the setzer known as Quickslash - I held it high and screamed: "DIIIIEEE!" as I was wont to do in times of war.
Lunging at the terrible slimes, I slew them one by one, and their carcasses lay strewn across the battlefield before me; I fell once, but rose again; waving my heroic setzer Quickslash above my head, I leapt once more, and slew near half of them; but more remained.
Yelling again my terrible battlecry, striking fear into the hearts of my enemies, and trying in vain to avoid the bodies of my fallen comrades - I slew the last of them, the Slime-King Rudolph.
The battle was won.
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