Rolf Van Eisenfaust was doing his morning warmups. In his woodland home, he was carrying large containers of water back to the house from the neighbor's well about half a mile away. Of course, he'd also had to stop off to adjust the sandbags tied around his waist and the training weights on his ankles, but he'd still make good time. He felt a little guilty slacking off like this, but he'd only gotten six hours of sleep last night. With a mighty heave, he placed the several-gallon containers on the back step before frog-hopping up. At the top step, however, an annoying dialog box like when he was browsing news sites popped up. Clearly, this was a gypsy curse or something. But it was challenging him.

[Do you want to be a-]

With a mighty swing, he punched the Y button, eyes blazing with determination and barely contained excitement.

"A MAN NEVER REFUSES A NEW CHALLENGE!"