The title of this game is a secret

As you enter the kitchen, you almost faint from the STRONG [capital nasty] smell of blood leaks into your nose. Heads are hung. Bodies are slashed. Yuck! a man in an apron is standing there, holding a butcher's knife. He cackles. "You wanted to battle me?" Uh, yeah. How'd he know? "All these people battled me, and lost. I now have a juicy, plump dinner every night, and now have a nice, comfy wardrobe.