With the recent death of the incorrigible Gong Fu master Pei-Mei, the small serf community of Sheeschelles breathes a collective sigh of relief to be free of his brutal governance.  The relief is at best marginal, though, as the people of this tiny farming and art community-known primarily for their fantastic seashell paintings and ability to write the names of their stupid tourists on a grain of rice-fear that their respite from their former lord is only temporary.  Almost immediately following Pei-Mei’s death four of his former students returned to pay homage to their master, but as with most cases involving evil personalities the homage was actually just a mask for more selfish acts for gains of personal power and notoriety.  After a lengthy battle with no clear winner the four students decided to simply divide up Pei-Mei’s treasures amongst themselves.  Unfortunately, Pei-Mei’s murderer cleaned him out leaving nothing but his poisoned corpse and some chopsticks.  Left with only his body, and a great desire to leave with at least something for having come all of that way, the four visitors decided to split up what remained of Pei-Mei, literally.  When found by the villagers, Pei-Mei’s body was missing a foot, a hand, his beard, and testicles: the foci of his power.

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