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i like the psychological aspect of weapons. something that when you hold it makes the person on the other end go "oh shit please kill me now."
when i was a teen/young adult my bedside weapon was an authentic native american club. it was a two foot long heavy stick with an eagle painted on the top. the eagle had four very wicked looking beaks all around the top. serious business.
when i used to go to crazy punk shows my favorite concealed weapons were bbq spit holders. i would unscrew the two pronged part from the spit and put two of them into my upper jacket pockets. they looked like brass knuckles when you took them out except there were two 3 inch metal stakes sticking out of both fists. never had to do more than show them.
walking around the house with a double sided axe is cool too.
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"Remember, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen." -Homer
Unless you are the freakin Highlander, what is the point in learning how to fight with a sword?
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