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averyterrible:

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\ndonjuan-auxenfers replied to your post:\n could darkest dungeon be improved with the\u2026 \n
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\n this happened in Cornwall, the Cornish man engine thebaffler.com/salvos/\u2026
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Cornwall has responded to its own loss of \nfunction in a number of ways. The tourism industry, for instance, has \nexpanded (although that inherently seasonal labor regime does not \ntypically bring with it steady, sustainable jobs), and the county has \ncertainly become a popular retirement spot for wealthy Britons (although\n it is hardly a sign of vibrancy if your area is turning into what is \nessentially a gilded coffin). Oh, and the Cornish have recently started \nto worship a big puppet.

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now that\u2019s my kind of thinking!

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It\u2019s my favourite thing, it\u2019s just amazing.

It is striking to note the ritualistic\u2014religious, really\u2014nature of these \u201ctransformation\u201d ceremonies. As\u00a0video evidence\u00a0documents, the ceremonies open with what is essentially a sermon, delivered by a man dressed as a miner standing on a platform some distance above the crowd. The content of the sermon reflects on the central importance of the tin mining industry to Cornwall\u2019s history, cut loose by a world that no longer deems that tradition necessary. (The ceremony is thus in the weird position of ostensibly celebrating the mining landscape being named to the list of world heritage sites, while also addressing itself to people who know all too well the crushing costs of said landscape becoming merely \u201cheritage.\u201d)

The man-engine is at this point in the ceremony crouched somewhere behind the miner-priest, still concealed by a sheet. A hymn is sung, a lament honoring the sacrifices of the many men who have died pursuing the dangerous but worthwhile endeavor of mining Cornish tin, before the crowd, under instructions from the priest, begins chanting a mantra in Cornish. (In English it goes: \u201cCopper, Silver, Tin Tin Tin / Can\u2019t you feel \u2019em \u2019neath yer skin?\u201d) Then comes the moment of revelation. Upon hearing the mantra, the man-engine \u201cawakes\u201d\u2014he begins steaming like a locomotive and, dragged up by a team of men below him with ropes, comes gradually to stand up to his full height, towering above the people and all the nearby buildings.

Fight deindustrialization by reviving weird pagan rites 2k17.

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