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December 29, 2005

Aldis: God of scrap.

When you join The Church of Scrap (although it's not something you can join, as such. You just start to find metal components in your bed one morning.), presents are delivered regularly. At first, they are small sprockets and tiny screws; as if grown from cuttings of the sort of clock that will tell you the time in Camden and on Mars, whether you like it or not. If you construct something worthy enough to propitiate Aldis The Scrap God, the parts get larger. Church of Scrap adepts are regularly delivered of rocket parts and analogue computers from B52s, from which they make robots that can sing to mice while laying waste to ugly suburbs of grim industrial towns.

Posted by Hirez at December 29, 2005 04:24 PM

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