Scrum
Scrum is the hydra-headed maggot-god who is nominally in charge of keeping the Scrunk in working order. Though its powers are vast (as much as such things can be measured in the Scrunk), the hydra-maggot exerts very little day to day influence on affairs. Instead, Scrum watches the Bin and marvels at the different ideas that trickle into the scrapheap - and devour those who don't work out.
Appearance
Scrum is a multi-headed maggot thing, supported by a multitude of legs that withdraw back into the corpse-white bulk when not needed. Each mouth can open as wide as required to swallow whatever the maggot-god has set its sights on, with its teeth being power drills. Although it has no eyes, Scrum can see just fine. Its thick, elastic hide combines attributes of blubber, leather and bristles with sharp, singing quills. Scrum is usually about the size of a dragon but has been observed shrinking down to the size of a dog or expand to devour a mountain.Personality
Go down there, check things out and, you know, figure it out.Scrum is a lazy deity. Despite its power and theoretical influence, Scrum would much rather watch things play out. The one duty that it takes more seriously is to deal with disruptive ideas and guard the Bin; but with the Cleaners at its command, it is rare for Scrum to have to intervene directly. Though it doesn't require food, it enjoys eating and isn't too picky about what it is. When Scrum was first kicked down into the Scrunk to figure something out by the rest of the multiverse's gods, Scrum was less than pleased. It spent aeons brooding and bitter over the domain it had been forced to oversee. Centuries were spent plotting, dreaming and scheming, before ultimately being abandoned in favor of a leisurely nap. Since then, Scrum has come to enjoy its new home and the strange ways of its inhabitants. Its behavior can be compared to a doting grandfather (if your grandfather was an elephant-sized, hydra-headed maggot) and it is usually in a warm, good mood. Just don't get it mad.
Divine Domains
Scrunk. Bad ideas. Good ideas. Intellectual entropy and rejuvenation. Slow, painful consumption.
The Bin
The Bin is the supermax prison-world of Scrunk, where ideas with a foundation of true malice are locked away forever. Scrum's divine sanctum lies at its gates and the maggot-god rarely leaves it unattended.Servants and Minions
Scum was not sent to the Scrunk without aid and has since supplemented its legion with creatures of its own design. Cleaners - These large, armored automatons are the divinely empowered enforces that came to Scrunk with the maggot-god. They are the boogey-men of Scrunk, for their ability to banish things and people right into the Bin. Whomps - Whomps are winged maggot-things made out of segmented metal plates with the bound spark of Scrum's teeth grinding within it. They're about the size of a dog and travel in packs. They were made by Scum a few centuries into its new duties, and no one really knows why.
Children
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Creator of Araea, Megacorpolis, and many others.