Punch HeavyMetal

Metal. The dust that human's hands form, the flesh that humans give the breath of life. The music that shakes souls. The material that shakes planets.

Death. The result of corruption of God's creation. The law that dictates that everything eventually ends. The blackness of tunnel that leads to afterlife. And the result of wars, battles and piracy.

And after the beautiful metal ship is in pieces, and winners leaves with booty, only death and metal remains.
And metal is sacred, and in need to be revived in other form.
And thus I come. The religious zealot of metal, holy vulture, salvager.
I take the remains and give them life again. Give them form, significance, life. Metal scraps, crystals and burnt electronics festored, intertwined, functioning, as God commanded us!

All hail His holy glory! All heil mind, life and creativity that He gave us! Join! Worship! Revive metal!