Shang Tsung stood in his laboratory, books and all sorts of medical tools surrounding him as he.. Went through a pile of legs. Yeah, literal human legs that he had "collected" from people— hookers and prostitutes. It was all for good reason, though!

Just recently the tournament had ended. He didn't win, but he lived through it in the least. The only real terrible thing that happened was that his lover had been totally mutilated and killed during the thing since they were fighting in it; only his head and brain was left. So, being a sorcerer and a bit of a mad scientist, he thought it could work to pull a bit of a Frankenstein. Maybe.

He dug through the legs, picking up one and turning it around before tossing it. Too small. He picked up another one.. Covered in ugly tattoos that weren't well done. He tossed it.