Sounds like a blast! I’ll give it a go.
Game: Awesome Fighting Game!
Prop: The Club of Lover’s Rage
Concept: In the forgotten village of Foia, Young Master Shunji fell in love with the Clan Elder’s only daughter, Ittap. Indeed, many a man had lost their mind and their sanity gazing too deep in her firey blue eyes. Alas, she was to marry the eldest son of a rival clan’s elder in the village Redacti. But her true heart belonged to Shunji.
On a fateful night, the Elder’s Elite Guard were summoned to Ittap’s hut. Someone had heard a great noise coming from within and, fearing the worst, sounded the alarm. Inside, the Elite Guard found Ittap and Shunji deep in loving embrace. Ittap screamed and distracted the Guards allowing Shunji to escape into the dense jungle.
Though he was quick of foot, Shunji was no match for the Elite Guard. The caught him and held him down under the thick jungle canopy. The Clan Elder arrived on the scene and pronounced sentence.
“You have defiled the honor of my daughter! She can be married to no man! I shall carry out your death sentence myself!”
With that, the Clan Elder ripped Shunji’s right arm from its socket and proceeded to beat the Young Master to death. Inches from death, Shunji cursed the Clan Elder.
“Your daughter is now forever lost to you! The town of Redacti will burn Foia to the ground! You will know my vengeful rage from beyond the grave! HAHAHAHHAHA!”
Shunji’s faced fixed in a maniacal laugh until his dying breath. Soon after, Foia burned to the ground in vicious flames.
It is said that although Shunji’s body was burried to ash, the arm that was torn assunder never caught flame. It was left in the jungle to be eaten by the animals. Legend has it that the arm was imbued with the Young Master’s furious rage and that its flesh was so bitter that no animal would go near it. It is said that if you call out the name of the Clan Elder, the arm will glow and shiver as if shaking with vengeful anger.
It is also said that one who poses the arm is filled with uncontrolable fury. Such raw power could indeed fell an entire village. Many have sought this power. Few have survived to recount their tales.
And so goes the legend of the Club of Lover’s Rage.
Sketches and such to follow.








