First off I just want to say that the poop code is the best thing that ever happened in Armageddon and the person who thought it up was clearly a genius.
Now to the important, nitty gritty.
The Allanaki Chit for Shit program has the potential to be a game changer of monumental proportion.
Now, let's not get bogged down in the minutiae of whether we should call it Chit for Shit, or Shit for Chit. The basics are clear: hand in shit, get a chit. Piggy-backing off of the wildly popular purple palmful for token code, and keeping in mind that some genius thought of making those soapstone coins flippable, shit-chits, as they will colloquially become known, should be exchanged right there at the dung-buyer for such fantastic items as:
1) a pair of big, waxed-cotton overboots - boots to slip on over your boots while you're wading in feces
2) a pair of big, waxed-cotton gloves - gloves to keep the shit-smellin' off your hands
3) a big, wide-bladed shit shovel - a shovel with +7 SP (Shit Points, of course)
3) a big, wide-bladed shit shovel with a smooth handle - a shovel with +7 SP and -3 BC (Blister Chances)
This whole operation could go down one of two ways.
Either the Supreme Overbeing of Allanak pulls the Big Government move of centralizing everything in a terribly inefficient act of socialism and we've got a Central Dispersal Office where shit-chit wielding Citizens line up like they were hoping for a loaf of bread, while the Commissar of Dispensary slowly tallies shit-chits and hands out the daily compensations, or...
The Entrepreneurial Extravaganza of shit-chits only being cashed in with the dung-buyer. The clay-coins only being good for the clay-buyers, etc.
Miners could pass in their sid-bits for water, sure, the Highlord MAKES water in Allanak. But they rest? Water is just as valuable to a dung-buyer as it is to a dung-grebber. Giving that stuff away is crazy! And what does the Highlord care that you've picked up some dung? Does he really care enough to give you water? Is it really such a civil service? No! Go die in the sands!
And thus, my confusing vote for shit-chit entrepreneurial extravaganza has been cast.