Cambrian Games

Two flies. One living room. A matter of honour.

A creature that is nothing but a stomach. Mind the order things go in.

Finnmark, December 1974. One operator, one dish, and a signal that comes back.

Five islands adrift at dusk. Turn them, walk them, gather every light.

Four clans, four home islands, and one middle worth building a longship for.

Buy the land, build the halls, rent the GPUs, outbid the rivals for the next site.

One giant cow. Six city blocks. Five minutes before the air raid.