Lanky and awkward, Science Students can be identified by their emaciated frames and long, greasy hair. Their days and nights are spent doing three things
- reading/watching/debating science fiction
- playing God
Not much is known about them but they are feared for their great knowledge and strange screams can often be heard emanating from the depths of their department.
During last year’s Verge Festival, a glitter-saturated art installation caused some damage to a piece of equipment in the Physics department. Shortly afterwards, the job prospects for Art students mysteriously evaporated*. Ever since, the entire university has been at great pains to avoid incurring their wrath and regularly offer them huge grants in the hopes that they might one day lift the spell that has made it forever winter but never Christmas.
*a kind of science magic