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They would piece together a crude machine from random objects, turning everyday items into something rough and unsettling. First came the scavenged parts, then the awkward assembly, each piece fastened into place with desperate ingenuity. What emerged was a shaky contraption powered by a buzzing motor and held together with little more than pressure and guesswork. Once connected to a battery, the device rattled to life, jerking up and down with a harsh rhythm that made its purpose unmistakably c