Not at all created by stealing clay from a 9 year old boy. Nay, 'tis a severed hand that roams the land, holding pencils for people who can't remember where they put theirs.
I needed somewhere to keep my pencil. and the hand appeared.
In the pipeline:
Little wooden houses
A big picture made with lots of stamps
A wind up airplane
PC case mod
Shelves (to put some of this stuff - it's building up)
An engine for driftwood boats
A plunger detonator for bangers
An electronic DND sign
I thin that's it.
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