Rite of the Raging Storm
Symmetry is the whole conceit, and it is symmetry with a thumb on the scale. Every player makes a 5/1 trampler with haste at their upkeep, so the table builds and dismantles the same threat every turn cycle; the token's enforced sacrifice on the end step keeps the board from snowballing into a wall of Ragers. What tilts the deal is the protection clause: the Lightning Rager tokens cannot attack you or your planeswalkers, so the recurring 5/1 that every opponent receives is, for them, a weapon they can only point at each other. The design trick is that the exemption tracks the token's name rather than its controller. By keying off "creatures named Lightning Rager," the card grants you a one-sided immunity to the very thing it hands everyone equally, and that immunity persists even on tokens you do not control. It rewards a controller who wants the table fighting without lifting a finger, and it punishes group-hug politics, because the gift comes with teeth aimed at everyone but the giver. Trample matters more than the stat line suggests: a 1-toughness chip blocker does not stop the body, so the token forces real life loss or real chump fodder every cycle. A perpetual aggression engine dressed as a giveaway, built for the player who would rather arm the room than attack it.
