Transcript

A fit mentor with a few gray flecks in his hair stands in a field next to a farm boy. Stars twinkle overhead.

Mentor: The stars have aligned. You are the one who must save us from the Dark Champion’s reign.

Farm boy: I just tend the chickens. I don’t know how to defeat anyone!

Mentor: Worry not. I shall give you the sword of enchantment and the armor of protection, and I shall train you in all the skills you’ll need.

Farm boy: But if you can do that, why not take out the Dark Champion yourself?

Mentor: Oh, I would, but the prophecy says only you can defeat her.

Farm boy: Well, I guess if the kingdom needs me to do this…

Mentor: (kneeling) I need you to do this.

The farm boy is inside an arena, running in terror from a menacing woman in black armor. The mentor is manning a betting stand.

Mentor: Place your bets now! 2 to 1 odds in favor of the reigning champion, best deal you’ll get!

Farm boy: Aaaaaah!

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