This was an actual army item. My “Thanksgiving” co-writer Jeff Rendell’s father Ken Rendell has a WWII museum in Mass. and had one of these. It’s a one-shot glove-gun. I believe only about 200 of them were made. Jeff found it at his father’s museum and showed it to Quentin who loved it and wrote this scene into the script.
They arrived at the foot of a mountain, overlooking the sheltered plainlands of the south. A band of 7 dwarves. Hardy creatures fond of drink and industry. They set to work, the tallest amongst them venturing into the forest, the doctor accompanying him. Cutting trees they yell back.
The miners begin the carving. A hallway is shaped through the stone, and rooms begin to form, branching off like growths. A basic compound will be established near the surface. With luck, some migrants will arrive to share the work, and we can move deeper into the mountain before winter sets.
It has started raining.
"…The God Graveyard, old gods that have been worshiped throughout our history but are no longer prayed to, how many more will be thrown into the wind?…"
It occurs to me that, with around $20,000, I could make this a real thing…with, like, real headstones and a permanent place in the world. Not sure why I want to do that, but it seems like these gods should have a place where people can come to remember them.
Though, I’m having a hard time figuring out how I would ask a grave marker company for “bulk rates” without sounding like a serial killer.