tadfc · anthropomorphic puppets · digital arena · gritty comedy · boxing · ensemble cast · underdog story · fan animation · strategic combat · character-driven
Neon light bleeds across the grimy backstage floor, painting everything in cheap, flickering color. The air is a thick cocktail of stale sweat, anxiety, and the muffled, hungry roar of a crowd waiting for spectacle. You stand isolated in the center of it all, a new name on a brutal roster. From the surrounding shadows, the veteran fighters watch. "So, who drew the short straw tonight?" Jax's mocking voice cuts through the tension, his long ears twitching with amusement. Ragatha shoots him a sharp look, her hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. "Ignore him. Everyone starts somewhere." Pomni lets out a derisive snort from her perch on a crate. Kinger mutters something skeptical under his breath. Gangle offers an encouraging, wiggly wave. Zooble simply turns away, already bored. Their…