I was listening to the radio last night before I went to sleep and the station I had it set to plays old radio shows from 11pm to 1am. I happened to catch this one last night “Dimension X – Potters of Firsk” If you want to have a listen, go to archive.org and you can look it up. It is great…in that cheesy 1950’s Sci-Fi kinda way. Apparently there was a band of renegade potters living in the foothills of a volcano on a distant planet who would claim the dead of the nearby villages and use the bones for their glazes. If there were not enough dead people, then they would kidnap living people. Apparently they were easily convinced to stop this practice in return for a yellow glaze recipe and a less bloody source of tricalcium phosphate (aka bone ash). Tooo funny.
If only the potters of Earth could demand that kind of fear and respect (without the body count of course). “Come to our pottery sales, or reap the consequences” something like that.
I wonder what was going through the mind of the person or persons who wrote this story? Were they that hard up for a plot?